Reflections: Excerpt from The Circus and the Atom

Pascoe probably had much better rings in his shop in London; he was probably humouring her; still, she liked the one with the alexandrite eye (“emerald by day, amethyst by night,” the jeweller had said) and she had not wanted to wait. A week earlier, when she had gone to help him on his latest trip to Moscow, she had felt he might soon peter out. Then, when he made this last-minute detour to Kiev and proposed, she wanted to get the rings without delay.

Eliana, unsleeping

The years have flowed faster than on our side, Like the city rain herding fallen leaves Towards the black iron gratings, Then downward , to fatten London’s hidden rivers.