Diane Williams

Earlier Mrs Wren had appeared entirely joyful holding her husband’s hand in the outer corridor – yet how she wept inside of the courtroom, so much so that her face looked enamelled.

And this could all prove that Mr Wren is an admirable man.

But before I ever arrived at this trial that bore on Mr Wren’s gun and what he might have meant to do with it – I should have...

Good luck itself has a releasing effect on the spine, she was surprised to discover.

She counted on some extra good luck and would try to feel kindred with the hunched figures advising her.

He was there. Miles Macbeth.

It was a cold room, and the staircase that funnelled people towards it was composed of nervous-making alternating treads of black and white marble.

As she marched – the...

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...