Diane Williams

He was holding up his shoe, inspecting the sole of it, and barely balancing on one leg, when I first saw him.

I had asked him about the shoes – and he said any sort would do – that it was like a walk in the park, but there was an area where it was rocky.

So, it was a perfect day for a climb with Crispin and Ivy – a couple of people I had gotten to know, and I had time to kill...

The short time they have been together, they have shared sex, the house and garden! – food and drink! – what some would consider freedom! – although this is probably the last time he will visit.

He can leave, of course.

Several rooms of her house have small windows, too small for anybody to climb out of.

As for the garden – yes, there can be golden flecks in it –...

His spaniel was up on its hind legs, paws on his master’s belly, where my paws happily had lately been.

He was my host, and I ate his food, while others there were still at it, too, and the plate set in front of me gave off a hopeful fragrance.

This man, not seated at the table – my host – stood cross-legged next to it, while balancing himself against a dining chair.

No, I was...

‘Thank god you don’t hold a grudge,’ he said, and I discovered a refreshing feeling in the room Seth Sharples and I decided to share.

He is an inamorato from years ago.

Of course, this feeling vanished as soon as I left that town.

At the airport ticket counter for my return, the fake eyelashes of the clerk nearly jammed themselves against her eyeglass lenses with her...

I think of her – this other woman I have never seen again – one arm flung out ahead while she spoke her emotions, her dress pressed back against her body by the wind, and for several moments she was my all, because I have been separated from my wife.

This woman on the village green told me she was very worried about the whales.

Of course, I spot women everywhere diving head-first...