Category Archives: Wallace collection

The Swing, by Astrid Sutton

Florence was sitting at the harpsichord practicing a study by Couperin. She was finding it hard to concentrate, she was thinking about Henri and the evening they met at the ball. They danced a minuet and he looked at her … Continue reading

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his beautiful clock, by Diane Skidmore

The melodic tinkling chimes of the clock wake me from my dream. For yet another day I come back into the real world. The golden clock is so beautiful – attributed to Jean-Claude Chambellon – the Elder! Did he have … Continue reading

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Barbarians, by Rebecca Rees

“Nymph or Goddess. Italian, 17C. White Sicilian marble, jasper and verde antico mosaic draperies all’ antica. Mounted on an apollino base. Probably acquired by the 3rd Marquess of Hertford.” My story starts with an argument, or rather a dim and … Continue reading

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Attending to Beauty, by Sally Barnes

In this house, I have a red jumper and a green chair to sit on.  I’m sitting now, because my feet hurt and I want a cup of tea.  I’m in the Small Drawing Room, where there visitors still, their … Continue reading

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Hot Love, by Isobella Stewart

“Well if you’re sure you can arrange it, we’ll call it a deal” she said to Michelle, who specialised in house clearances, selling her finds each Sunday at the local car boot sale. “I’d like to pay you in advance, … Continue reading

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from sapling by Gail Golding

  If I could talk I’d tell you my history, how I grew from sapling to mature adult, watched over the growth of forests that spread, sprawled – trampled, some say – across the hills. However, I can only sing … Continue reading

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The Maiolica Jug by Rocío Prieto Rodríguez

Don Giordano is grinding the pestle very hard while he chants to himself.  Earthy and unwashed smells from the poppy seed and the valerian, mixed with the sweet headiness of honeysuckle, spurt from his mortar.  It’s so quiet, he loves … Continue reading

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