Short Stories

The poplar had to be pollarded. Actually it should have been cut down because the pioppolo fungus that had been eating it for two years and had meant that that summer the leaves had not grown as shiny as...
I climb the creaking wooden stairs, moving cautiously up the steps leading to the attic. I had not been there for years; every time I visited my mother it was only for dinner, for an errand, for a quick...
  It had not been that easy to come to terms with it: too often his days would end too quickly. In the beginning, it didn’t even seem that this was the real problem.  Time, as is it known, marches...
  The jute mills failed of its agreement to increase my pay to a dollar and a quarter a day, and I, a free-born American boy whose direct ancestors had fought in all the wars from the old pre-Revolutionary Indian...
Mary had spent many days gathering wool from the whins on the headland. They were the bits of wool shed by the sheep before the shearing. When she had got a fleece that fitted the basket she took it...

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Nocturnal Animals

Susan (Amy Adams) is an unhappy gallery owner, imprisoned in the apparent perfection of an upper middle class life. When she returns...