Friday, 24 June 2022

Wednesday, 22 June 2022

If It Meant Anything

           Automatically, he reached for a cigarette, remembered for the tenth time that he couldn’t smoke in the Pullman car, then took one anyway. He tapped it twice on the face of his wristwatch, read the time, 5.12, as if it meant anything today, and fitted the cigarette into the corner of his mouth before he brought the cupped match up. The cigarette replaced the match inside his hand, and he smoked in slow, steady pulls. Again and again his brown eyes dropped to the stubborn, fascinating ground out the window.

Strangers on a Train
Patricia Highsmith

Tuesday, 21 June 2022

A Real Nobody

                 I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.

Talented Mr Ripley
Anthony Minghella

Marjory Collins