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My Still Life · Book Two

One Clean Cut — the gallery

pictures from book two

Scroll down. Each plate arrives in its own time, and will take you back to the part of the story it came from.

The cover of One Clean Cut: a moonlit beach seen above a fireplace mantel.
A bearded man sitting alone in a rowing boat drawn up on the beach.

THE HEADLAND

The headland

“Did you hear? Ted's passed away.”

The Brus Arms on the sea front at Hartlepool, brick and stone against a pale sky.

THE HEADLAND

The Brus corner

“There is nothing to do in a long queue but talk.”

Two people on a cobbled street watching a hearse drive away toward the sea.

THE PAINTING

Thursday

“Better one clean cut than a long blaming.”

A bearded man holding open the door of a harbour bookshop for a woman on the wet cobbles outside.

THE PAINTING

The shop door

“None of the town's business, so the town supplied its own version.”

A couple on a bench above the harbour at sunset, sharing chips under carnival bunting.

THE RED

Chips out of one paper

“The band getting through its list.”

A woman in a floral dress looking at herself in a tall arched mirror.

THE RED

The red

“A year is a long time to leave a thing unsaid.”

An old colour photograph of young people round a pub table with beer glasses and cigarettes.

THE EFFECTS

Faces in a pub

“Photographs in a bread bag — gigs, by the look.”

A woman taking a book from a tall bookcase while a man fills the kettle in the kitchen beyond.

THE ENTRY

The shelf by her chair

“Shelved like family.”

A couple eating sandwiches on a bench at the allotments, cranes of the docks behind them.

THE GAP

The allotment

“They think I know something. I've started to let them.”

A woman walking a shuttered Headland street at dawn with a bag in her hand, the works smoking across the water.

THE PHOTOGRAPH

First light

“The town had decided long ago that the kneeling meant something.”

A bearded man sitting in an armchair in a dim room, lamp beside him.

THE READING

The reading

“Everything filed somewhere comfortable.”

A woman in a long dark coat walking a shuttered Headland street at dawn, the works smoking across the water.

THE GAP

Fisher Street, dawn

“The town was still asleep and told her nothing.”

A man holding open a tall black works door for a woman on a sunlit cobbled street by the church.

THE ENTRY

The works door

“He held the door as if it were nothing at all.”

A couple queuing at the Post Office Headland counter among a line of neighbours.

THE GAP

Bank holiday week

“Everybody in one line, everybody looking straight ahead.”

A bearded man digging over dark soil at the allotments, pigeons wheeling above the sheds.

THE GAP

Turning the plot

“Work first, and the day would say the rest.”

A woman setting a jar of cuttings on a shed windowsill while a man watches from the plot.

THE GAP

A jar on the sill

“Something small, put where the light was.”

A man holding brown paper while a woman stares up at a newly hung painting of a beach fire by moonlight.

THE PAINTING

The painting, unwrapped

“She put her hand over her mouth and kept it there.”

A woman sitting on the floor among boxes reading a small notebook by lamplight, a man watching with a mug.

THE EFFECTS

Reading the diaries

“Her handwriting, and no way to ask her about it.”

A woman alone at a table spread with letters and albums, the beach painting on the wall behind her.

THE ENTRY

The kitchen table

“Everything laid out and nothing yet in order.”

An empty front room with the beach painting above the fireplace, packing boxes on the floor.

THE READING

The front room

“The room went on holding it after they'd gone.”

A woman standing in a doorway looking back at the beach painting above the mantel.

THE READING

Standing in the doorway

“She looked at it the way you look at a person.”

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