In St Ives as Emma storms the beaches of Cornwall

The cold breath of Storm Emma reaches Cornwall

The cold breath of Storm Emma reaches Cornwall

Should we go? Shouldn’t we go? Mad to go! Mad not to go! Outside the window the snow drifts … ominous and unsettled.

“If we can get out of here the middle looks quiet.”

“No storm here yet,” they assure us in St Ives.

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Short Story: Figgis and the Summer Rain by Peter Rolls

From ‘Could do Better’ by Peter Rolls

IMG_0587It was the last week of term.  In Art, the given theme was ‘the place you plan to visit on holiday’.  Most people’s pictures were of somewhere exotic – electric blues, over-heated reds and citrus-sharp yellows – but Figgis struggled with a landscape of rain-storm grey.  His holidays were always in North Devon and his memories were mainly of Summer rain:  his watery, free-flowing style was based on personal observation of the forces of nature.

Jilly Martin came and looked at the picture.  She smiled and he knew that she smiled not at him but with him.

Figgis hadn’t previously thought much about Jilly.  She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the class, not one of the ‘look-at-me, look-at-me’ crowd.  She was just quiet and pleasant and tall and an ace at basket-ball.  The smile was small but good.

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