A week since leaving home and a search for inspiration is in vain. Sometimes words just don’t work. There will be some thought, some picture that comes to mind, but as soon as an attempt is made to put it into a sequence of symbols on a page, it gets lost.
W.G Sebald’s novel Austerlitz makes a passing reference to a lady called Enid calling in her cat at night. For a moment there was a sense of absolute security as the reference conjured up a thought of a lady …
My annual entry for RTE Radio’s Francis MacManus Short Story Competition again came nowhere, so this is the only place the story will ever appear. It is inspired by a man I knew who regarded anyone representing “officialdom” with suspicion and who regarded day centres and nursing homes as “scrapyards.” It may have been a contentious view, but it was one he held with integrity and is one I have encountered among many older men.
It was time to go back to the house. He picked up his stick and …
The gate of the cottage garden opened directly onto a road where a vehicle might legally travel at a hundred kilometres an hour. Sitting among other buildings on a rise in the ground at a bend in the road, it might be easy to drive the route without ever noticing the cottage was there. If one drove at a speed approaching the limit, there would not have been opportunity to take in details of the small low building set a dozen or so feet back from its roadside gateway.
A Hyacinth Bucket character encounters a distasteful scene
Really, it wasn’t nice. It wasn’t nice at all.
I was just saying to Leonard, my husband, that it wasn’t nice. Leonard has just retired as an important civil servant and he knows about things. He agreed with me, “Not at all pleasant,” he said to me. “Not the sort of thing that decent people like ourselves should have to see”.
You’d think the Government would do something about it, wouldn’t you? I mean to say, if this sort of thing started …
A retired army officer sees the arrival of foreigners
Yes, it’s Angus here.
I’m keeping well, old chap. How about yourself?
And the good lady?
Splendid. You wanted what?
To hear about my strange encounter? My, news does travel fast.
Reggie, I tell you, it was an odd sort of episode. You know me; I take people as I find them. Too long in nasty places not to realize that there’s good and bad in every nation. I’ve met some tough fellows in my time, but these chaps …