He heard and saw it from the crest of the hill, looking down onto the building site: the foreman’s fingers-in-mouth whistle, his waving of hands, the gradual hush of machinery. He watched his father, the last to stop and wipe hands; the last to join the gathering men in the gathering silence. Thi...
Shingled and stoned, it gave a solid, satisfying crunch at every step, a sound both aristocratic and forbidden; as though she’d stolen over a wrought-iron fence into the gardens of a stately home. She dropped her cigarette, crushed it under the heel of her boot, and looked at her watch. She was f...