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Alex came running back from the house, fleeing the brightness of the garden lights and slinking into the bushy darkness where David lay waiting for her in the long grass. She had chosen a fantastic spot behind and under the long dropping curtains of a luscious willow tree and as he sat up to smile at her she knelt beside him, beaming, and handed him a glass. ‘I told you I’d be right back.’ ‘You did.’ He took a sip and she drank from hers, watching him easily, lightly. The orange juice failed ...

The first picture was of Harvard stadium during David’s last Harvard-Yale fixture as a student. In the stands thousands of pale faces blanketed the thick stone steps, the only gaps in the packed arena being the staircases that ran forming rivulets through the crowds. Along the sideline in view stood white line that was the Yale team, shoulder to shoulder. And on the pitch between the hatched red end zone and the enormous midfield ‘H’, stood the two teams at scrimmage. The white of Yale was sp...

I would imagine we’d walk together in historic fields on the edge of the wood. The day would be beauty. The sun would be so bright, her dress so simple, so white, trailing longingly across the wistful grass. And she would smile at me as we talked, a long, joyous smile, full of the ease and splendor of the love of the ages. She would draw her hands waif-like through flourishing ferns and, through the orchestration of the oak leaves, the filtered sunlight would dance, carrying the floating seed...

David was not entirely sure that he wanted to be doing this tonight. There were often nights when he was on the borderline and this was definitely one of them. The vicious summer had come to an early-August lull and a fine drizzle was floating through the night. While getting ready, he had watched Thomas silently preparing his camera; checking the footage position, carefully wiping the lens, brushing some lint from the joins of the sleek panels. He warmed as he watched Thomas cradle his instr...

The reunion was taking place in Revolution a slightly garish franchise bar at the other end of the High Street, but David had headed without hesitation into So.UK, one of his favorite spots in the city. It was a dark bar, lit by numerous candles lining the walls and tables. Immediately in the door was an open floor with soft low armchairs and small round tables. This floor narrowed off to a long bar opposite which sat thick brown couches. The corridor this formed led to a small dance floor an...