He was crossing the road onto Trafalgar Square just like everyone else around him. They were tourists, for the most part, people who had come here deliberately. It was going to be an evening for it. The clouds, if they could even be called that, had floated off again, leaving no doubt about the weather.
In the discordant days of my youth, there is no one I remember more fondly than my uncle, my namesake. An infrequent guest to our family home in the early nineties, he’d fly over from London and spend a fortnight on our front room couch. My mother and my grandmother would busy themselves in the
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David watches the garden boy from his bedroom window. He peers through the bougainvillea, branches pruned to near nakedness, his breath forming asymmetrical shapes on the glass. The boy bends his body towards the earth, churns dark soils with the blunt edge of his spade. Clumps appear in the ground surrounding the rose bushes. Ripples