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After a while I sat with my legs over the edge. The view drew me in but after sitting for half an hour on a grassy hump near the treeline I felt comfortable. Large bodied insects hummed around me, dipping into the tightly folded petals of small pink flowers, their wings a blur. The grass underneath me was pale from two months of summer, but out of the sun the air was cold. Below my scuffling trainers, after a few hundred feet of scored and uneven grey stone cliff, the road leapt out of an ove...

Penny tired and cold; her feet the first touches of dew through her shoes. A mist over the grass too, a ghost of it against the treeline. This morning because of her desk and her work. The light and a sense of elation the night and finished. A few hours before the deadline, but before that. Twenty minutes before from the window of her room the mist over the grass down towards the lake. The geese, their necks over their backs in the grass, and the walk. The tops of the trees up the hill the be...

It was an old train. The fabric on the seats was thin and coarse to the touch and brittle and sharp where the manmade fibres had been scorched by cigarette lighter flames. Its only redeeming feature was the layout of the carriages. Compartments walled with battered and dark-stained wood separated the passengers. When the train was pulling slowly over a level crossing past the hunched impatient faces of motorists and man walking a dog, Carmel Greening plucked up the courage to do something she...