Dancing Towards The Blade And Other Stories - Plot & Excerpts
The weather, the time, the day of the week, the whatever.The smallest variance in any one of these things, or in the way that each connected to the other at the crucial moment, and nothing would have happened as it did. An inch another way, or a second, or a step and it would have been a very different story.Of course, it’s always a different story; but it isn’t always a story with bodies.He wasn’t even a good batsman – a tail-ender for heaven’s sake – but this once, he got everything right. The footwork and the swing were spot on. The ball flew from the meat of the bat, high above the heads of the fielders into the long grass at the edge of the woodland that fringed the pitch on two sides.Alan and another player had been looking for a minute or so, using hands and feet to move aside the long grass at the base of an oak tree, when she stepped from behind it as if she’d been waiting for them.‘Don’t you have any spare ones?’Alan looked at her for a few long seconds before answering.
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