I read my story Moose-Head, Doe-Eyes, Shrew at Story Friday 'Invitation' at Burdhall's Yard, Bath, on 22nd March.
Clive Montague never liked me particularly. I certainly never liked him. Loud, boorish, with floppy fair hair, there was — there is — nothing to like about him. This gives rise to two questions:
First. Why, some twenty years ago, did I receive an invitation to the house-party he was hosting at his parents’ country residence in Dorset?
Second. Why did I go?
♦ Listen to Story Friday Invitation