The Wing of Night by Brenda Walker
The horsemen sailed at five o’clock when the day was almost over and although they were travelling to do the hard work of fighting England’s enemies it felt like knock-off time on the last day of the harvest: a golden afternoon, full barns and a safe year ahead, all memory of strain and labour and injury gone from the mind.

Clear by Carys Davies
He wished he could swim – the swimming belt felt like a flimsy thing and it had been no comfort to be told not to worry, the men couldn’t swim either.

The Glassmaker by Tracy Chevalier
If you skim a flat stone skilfully across water, it will touch down many times, in long and short intervals as it lands.
With that image in mind, now replace water with time.

Now Comes The Raven by Jean M Roberts
Distant flashes of lightning and their accompanying rumbles of thunder drew Hannah into the garden.

Dinner In The Fields by Attracta Fahy
Out of nowhere you appear in fog,
Every seven years vague outlines
Tease the vague horizon…

Memorial Days by Geraldine Brooks
“Is this the home of Tony Horovitz?”
Yes
“Who am I speaking to?”
This is his wife
That is exact. The rest is a blur.