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slo-jams,
instigate
fat-tongued
she’d peppered him with sloppy questions without responding properly to the answers,
I sleep au naturel.’
marquee,
sultry,
fiddle
‘luscious curves’
the litany of things
hu...
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welded into a single unit
stilts,
Yoga was out of the question.
the rain kicking up a mist from the lake so that it was impossible to tell where the water ended and the sky began.
She had never quite lost the habit of taking the weather personally.
She would shrug off this self-pity but shrugging hurt and here it was, creeping in again like damp in the walls, the loneliness, present even in company.
Less than twenty-four hours later she felt the pull of home, secure and dry, with her books and radio and blankets, sure of what the day would hold.
They were due to set off at n...
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gingerly
smelt
Spotting a compromise,
scraping
queasy,
gargantuan
Wuthering Heights.
‘Heathcliff’s
Coventry.’
wuthering
‘I think technically wuthering means windy and there’s no wind. So.’
lurch
unwrapped
trowel
got satnav,
‘Go on.’ ‘There’s no such thing as bad weather . . .’ Crunch, crunch. ‘Go on.’ ‘. . . only unsuitable clothes.’
‘Personally, I don’t mind the rain.’
‘It’s too foggy for views but you put your hood up and have this quiet little private world around you and you . . . carry it with you.’
‘It’s not cold if you keep moving. Or you could call a taxi and go straight to the hotel.’
Did he think she wasn’t up to it?
bail
the water cascaded from the porch roof.
fraying rope bridges.
they all settled their rucksacks and stepped out.
kept awake
confiscate any booze and vapes.
drifting off until the rain woke him at four.
Stride on defiantly.
a fugue state
In that sentence, “fugue state” refers to a mental state where the character feels detached from reality and almost unaware of themselves, like they’re slipping into a kind of trance or dreamlike state.
It’s not being used in the strict psychological sense (where a fugue state involves dissociative amnesia and wandering). Instead, it’s more figurative: the repetitive sound of the rain (“patter on his hood”) acts like white noise, and it’s lulling him into a calm, thoughtless state—“free from the churn of his thoughts.”
The parenthetical — “was that the phrase?” — shows he’s not entirely sure if he’s using the term correctly, which adds to the sense that his mind is drifting or slipping out of focus.
