Author Archives: BLEKE

Thomas Tanbrit tired and troubled

Friday 18 December 2015 Overnight, Miss Trimot’s car is parked by the uphill section of the Old Man’s front lawn. At 07:43, via the bathroom window, I see an orange glow at the horizon, to the right-hand side of the … Continue reading

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Multiple encounter

Thursday 3 December 2015 As I approach the newsagent’s, a woman is just walking out of the shop. She is of indeterminate age (40?) and slim-to-medium build, with dyed blonde hair and some fake tan, wearing pale denims and a … Continue reading

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Thomas Tanbrit taken to the toilet

Saturday 5 September 2015 There is rain overnight — the roadway is wet. I intended to set off for Cheerful Market by 09:00, but I have a longer lie-in than planned. Yesterday I left a trowel on the top of … Continue reading

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A lost fragment retrieved

One evening in 2007 or 2008, I phoned the Old Man. He seemed pleasurably distracted by some music on a TV programme that he was watching at the same time as he was talking with me. It was a rock … Continue reading

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A trace of moisture

Saturday 13 June 2015 In the small hours I am woken by the noise of the rain. There is no thunder. At 09:30 I can hear subdued birdsong, and it is not raining as hard. By about 12:00 there is … Continue reading

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Tanbrit tattoo

Friday 12 June 2015 Mr Tanbrit crosses the street towards the Efords’ driveway, with Thomas’s left hand in his own right hand. There is a tattoo on the outer side of Mr Tanbrit’s right arm, below the shoulder. On the … Continue reading

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Reviewing the situation

Thursday 11 June 2015

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Return of Grandma Vest

Wednesday 10 June 2015 During the afternoon school-run, Grandma Vest’s 61-registration black Plum is parked nose downhill alongside the Ports’ house. Mrs PP, and Mrs Vest outboard of her, ascend together from the school. Mrs Vest is wearing a salmon-pink … Continue reading

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Conversation, 1970s

My mother used to watch a lot of American police-dramas on TV. She had often heard the word Caucasian used in connexion with the victim of a murder, and so had concluded that it must mean a dead body. When … Continue reading

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Blue car, black car, Big Star

Saturday 23 May 2015 I have a dream in which Suburbia Ventosa is at the centre of, or is the source of, the most important aspects of my life. At breakfast-time I realise that I haven’t seen Mr OS this … Continue reading

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