Tag: confrontation
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Sixteen. Muffled Drums
Council offices of Karen Eversley’s generation were not known for their extravagance, and Frank Purton’s little suite was no exception: a drab treatment of brown paint and Buckingham cream walls from the County Hall’s barn-like foyer, all the way up to the second storey and a plain door with a base metal label – ‘F.R.…
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A Place that was Ours. Chapter Seventeen – Windows
Matthew Poultney flashes a look of surprise at me. He is standing across the living room of my apartment by the panoramic window, looking out at the river, now washed with soft pinks of evening sunglow. “You decided to beard the lion.” He says. “It seemed the only sensible thing. I mean, I could…
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