‘There is no colour for guilt. In the painting of my life, the one I haven’t the talent to create, there would be drifts of pale grey melancholy, mixed from Raw Sienna and Light Portrait Pink; Cadmium Yellow Lemon could streak disappointment over the canvas, and Burnt Umber, overlaid with Sap Green, depict resignation. But for guilt the palette offers nothing.’The stories in Heather Shaw’s first collection explore how we see ourselves and how others see us. Ranging from an Eighteenth Century cleric juggling with his conscience, through a surreal cleaning experience and a collection of everyday objects, to an artist revealing his true feelings in his paintings, the stories show the gaps between what is said and what is felt.Predictive Text ‘… witty and beautifully written … immaculately presented — vivid characters’Maggie Smith, U3A National Co-ordinator for Creative WritingTotal Immersion ‘… well written. The details are fascinating … And Gran is a wonderful character’Wendy Cope, Guest Editor, Mslexia