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Grief in Moderation

‘The tiny daisies were scored by the shadows of the slats of the venetian blinds and the stripes were shivering.’ Diane Williams.

‘I shift my weight right, where the hammer hangs down. Then left, then right, then left again.’

‘Vita thought she saw a handgun in her father’s underwear drawer.’

‘We’re trying to prove that it’s possible to live sustainably and not be such a freak about it.’

‘The whole experience of writing this was enjoyable, as is the entire seriousness with which I take myself.’ New fiction by Diane Williams

‘She remembered being happy off and on that day, and then looking at things and finding it all unkind.’

‘When we were sixteen years old, I broke Johnny’s nose with the back of my hand.’