Status Updates From The Stories of Denton Welch

...as a child, I had asked: 'Grandpa, what would happen if a man married a dog?' This, too, had been 'free from any thought of sin.' I had merely imagined a rococo scene with a fat spaniel, dressed in a veil and orange blossom, emerging from a Gothic Revival church on the arm of a well-groomed gentleman. But my grandfather had been too outraged and shocked to say more than: 'Don't speak of it! Don't speak of it!'

I walked in the direction of ‘home’. I would catch a bus later, when I was tired. I stared at the people’s faces, looking for something that I had known a long time ago or had perhaps dreamed about. But the faces told me nothing; they were set and oblivious, like slices of pallid cheese wrapped in grey muslin. So many people, yet nobody for me.