The Spring of Sheep
Hugo Williams, 1 July 1982
“... on television. My left hand felt numb, but my right took leave of its senses and set out for the unknown regions of her shoulders. I watched through binoculars as it lay there with altitude sickness. If it was mine, how could I get it back in time for dinner with her parents? A gong sounded somewhere in the house and I leapt to my feet. Everyone was proud of ... ”