Thomas Shapcott

After the Picnic

Whenever she remembered the smell and nuttiness of river gravel, in the old days of picnics and whole gangs of them at the sandy flat (smoky sausages had never tasted more alluring!) she would also remember that time Paul had …

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a fable and a joke

— Elizabeth Riddel You walked up the stairs ahead of me and I said ‘Your legs are beautiful!’ In the 1970s it was possible to acclaim grace in a woman and your path up that stairwell spanked deftly as if …

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