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 HEADLAND
The headland
“Did you hear? Ted's passed away.”
THE HEADLAND
The Brus corner
“There is nothing to do in a long queue but talk.”
THE PAINTING
Thursday
“Better one clean cut than a long blaming.”
THE PAINTING
The shop door
“None of the town's business, so the town supplied its own version.”
THE RED
Chips out of one paper
“The band getting through its list.”
THE RED
The red
“A year is a long time to leave a thing unsaid.”
THE EFFECTS
Faces in a pub
“Photographs in a bread bag — gigs, by the look.”
THE ENTRY
The shelf by her chair
“Shelved like family.”
THE GAP
The allotment
“They think I know something. I've started to let them.”
THE PHOTOGRAPH
First light
“The town had decided long ago that the kneeling meant something.”
THE READING
The reading
“Everything filed somewhere comfortable.”
THE GAP
Fisher Street, dawn
“The town was still asleep and told her nothing.”
THE ENTRY
The works door
“He held the door as if it were nothing at all.”
THE GAP
Bank holiday week
“Everybody in one line, everybody looking straight ahead.”
THE GAP
Turning the plot
“Work first, and the day would say the rest.”
THE GAP
A jar on the sill
“Something small, put where the light was.”
THE PAINTING
The painting, unwrapped
“She put her hand over her mouth and kept it there.”
THE EFFECTS
Reading the diaries
“Her handwriting, and no way to ask her about it.”
THE ENTRY
The kitchen table
“Everything laid out and nothing yet in order.”
THE READING
The front room
“The room went on holding it after they'd gone.”
THE READING
Standing in the doorway
“She looked at it the way you look at a person.”
