That Boy
Edward Ellis sat alone in his Fetter Lane flat watching the snowflakes fall like lace to the ground. He felt heavy, as though he were tethered down by a sadness he had never known before, and he had seen some troubles in his day. He couldn’t write, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t concentrate. His work at the Observer was suffering. At the moment he was hungry, but walking across the room to see if there was anything to eat was too much for him, so he sat, and he sat some more.
He was lonely, certainly. It was Christmas Eve and he was sat there by himself lost in pain-filled thoughts. He longed for the comfortable warmth of Hembry Castle with Daphne by his side. He dropped his head into his hands as he thought of Daphne, how he had avoided her, afraid of telling her the truth. He
