The uniformed constable lifted the tape and waved Detective Chief Inspector Banks through the gate at two forty-seven in the morning. Banks’s headlights danced over the scene as he drove into the bumpy farmyard and came to a halt. To his left stood the squat, solid house itself, with its walls of thick limestone and […]
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.