Davina Blake

“I’ve heard that sound near every night for twenty-odd years and never heeded it. How much she does, I mean. But this last week I’ve sat here and heard the sound of her; the sound of her chopping up food, the posher banging in the wash tub, the oven door opening and closing. She never stops. I hear it now. The sound of her loving.”
― Davina Blake, Past Encounters

“We hung our clothes in the big old wardrobe, which smelt of dust, and as the metal hangers chinked together I thought, this is what it is to be married, to see our empty clothes hanging up side by side.”
― Davina Blake, Past Encounters