In a Single Moment

by Imogen Clark

This was motherhood, which involved making sacrifices.

This was England. The sun never shone for more than a week at a time. It went against the way of things.

It was amazing, Michelle thought, how you could have four children, each created from the same basic raw materials and yet they could all turn out so differently.

For her, the purpose of the exercise was not to get anywhere or see anything but simply to be somewhere else.

I’m not cut out to be a mother and I’m certain the human race won’t die out just because I don’t contribute to its number.’

Going to visit Christine reminded her of what her own life should have been – just her and Jeremy and their art.

Which of us gets to see what’s just around the corner? We simply have to deal with what gets thrown at

It felt like they were Cathy and Heathcliff, peering in to watch the rich kids at play.