He dreamed of her in the night. When he woke, she was there with him too. In that lucid state of semi-sleeping her voice was almost with him in the room. He needed only to close his eyes to travel back to England, back to their home. He recalled her habit of running her finger
Barry used the private moment to check his smile against his reflection: warm, genuine, kind-hearted – he was almost there. An old woman opened the door. Her face suggested that she was not expecting company. Her confusion was left unclarified by recognition of Barry’s face. They both lived in the village and so they knew
