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Fast Fiction: And Far Away

…'What do you talk about?'

'Oh, books, architecture, politics.’

'Architecture? She never talks to me about architecture.'..

So why would she be willing to discuss architecture with the painter? Read Richard Mallinson’s conversational tale, and reach your own conclusions.

'Where are you going next?' I asked.

'Over the hills and far away,' she replied.

The most beautiful line in English poetry, according to G K Chesterton.'

'Really? He hadn't read much poetry, then, had he?'

'Oh yes he had - and he wrote a lot, as well.'

'Yes, I've read some. It's pretty trite, though, isn't it?'

'Have you read any of his essays?'

'A few - but I don't care for them. All those so-called paradoxes become a bit tedious after a while.'

'What about his Father Brown stories?'

'Ah, yes, they're better. I like them . . . sorry, I must go now.'

'Right, see you tomorrow.'

'All being well,' she said, going out.

*
'What's on your mind?' I asked.

There's nothing on my mind,' he replied.

'Your wife was here a few minutes ago.'

'Yes, she said she'd be dropping in to see you.'

'She drops in every day.'

'Yes, I know. Doesn't she distract you when you're trying to work?'

'No, not at all. I can paint and talk at the same time.1

'What do you talk about?'

'Oh, books, architecture, politics.’

'Architecture? She never talks to me about architecture.'

'She probably thinks you're not interested.'

'How would you know? What's she been telling you about me, eh?'

'Nothing, she never mentions you.'

'Are you quite . . . sure about that?' he said, sitting down.

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