A chance meeting between Abe, in his early twenties, and Richard, married with three daughters, opens a door that Richard thought he had closed forever. Davey has a talent for unearthing the accidents of fate that define us, to find the truth of who we are.
Sylvie is half French and half English. Since the death of her mother, she has written weekly letters to her father in London. When he too dies unexpectedly, she waits for the letter she knows he must have posted before his death. And, as she waits, her carefully ordered and controlled life final...
The letter when it comes, late on Tuesday afternoon, is electronic. The content and style are peculiarly bloodless and the tone is wrong. I am used to the garbled messages that emanate from the school: the mixture of management-speak and muddled syntax that through obfuscation – deliberate and ac...
She walked back to the main Dover road. She was always walking. Sometimes she covered distance without noticing her surroundings, surprised to arrive at whichever place she regained consciousness, her body powered by strange energy. At other times, and going at a similar speed, she was aware of t...