I don’t think you mind our silence; we’ve fallen into it quite naturally. You’re watching the bar, which doubles as a reception for an upstairs hostel, and I’m watching you
“Who goes there?”
No answer. The watchman sees nothing, but through the roar of the wind and the trees distinctly hears someone walking along the avenue ahead of him
This is what we left here in Primorsk, Suburb by the Sea, twenty-eight years ago, following the tank shadows directing us out of the country, like arrows
As she walked through the tunnel towards the platform, Eleanor felt a sudden blast of stale breath from the mouth of an approaching train. She found it oddly comforting.
Since they took down the wrought iron and closed in the top verandah, Hobday’s has become almost invisible to strangers passing through. They might glance at the double-storied stucco building with large glass windows and be mildly curious, but that would be as far as their interest went.