Hell is Always Today
“For a moment he stared blankly around him, wondering where he was and then he remembered.It was quiet there in the comfortable old living-room—so quiet that he could hear the clock ticking and the soft patter of the rain as it drifted against the window.The blanket with which Jenny Crowther had covered him had slipped down to his knees. He touched it gently for a moment, a smile on his mouth, then got to his feet and stretched again. The fire was almost out. He dropped to one knee, raked the ashes away and added a little of the kindling he found in the coal scuttle. He waited until the flames were dancing and then went into the kitchen.He filled the kettle, lit the gas stove and helped himself to a cigarette from a packet he found on the table. He went to the window and peered out into the rain-swept yard and behind him, Jenny Crowther said, “Never stops, does it?”She wore an old bathrobe and the black hair hung straight on either side of a face that was clear and shining and without ...a line.“No need to ask you if you slept well,”MoreLess
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