This part of the tale is told by the shadows of swimmers darting across tiles . . .
This a tale told in rippling lines of light over tiles and falling drops of water . . .
This part of the tale is told in fallen willow leaves spinning on a half-forgotten river . . .
This is a tale told by rainwater rippling between setts and written in condensation on a bus window . . .
This is a tale told where a bell tinkles to let you in a room that smells of leather and shoe polish . . . Continue reading
This is a tale told on thin yellowed paper with a careful nib and joined-up writing . . .
This part of the story is written in spinning willow leaves on a trapped river . . . Continue reading
This is a tale told in sweet wrappers swirling by a bin on a cold day decades ago . . .