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Many of you enjoy reading ‘The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp’ and StatPress record over three thousand visitors to my blog each month, therefore I am going to continue to write this story and in smaller more frequent episodes, so … Continue reading →

Written and serialized by Patrick George Callaghan Episode 12…Exile There were many excuses that Constance made to herself in the years of her life, none so, for her behaviour at that time and in the months that followed.  Soon after, … Continue reading →

Episode 11…Charles Faces Constance Charles returned to the house by early evening with the single minded edict that only haunts those driven by passion. He demanded to be admitted. He insisted he speak to Esme; to make his position in … Continue reading →

Episode 10…Principles It was a subdued event. They sat facing each other across a table of mixed silverware. Their differing views reflected in its elbow- polished surface. The table lengthened to a darkening abyss at the far end of the … Continue reading →

Episode 9…Love and Captive Prey By noon there had been two callers on the telephone. Esme had rushed from her room each time with raised expectancy; both disappointingly friends of her mother. Surely he would phone; he said he would. … Continue reading →

Episode Eight…Witchhunt That night Esme was to be denied the closure of soundless sleep. She lay in the half gloom; her eyes open to a flickering, shapeless room. Emily had made her hot chocolate and settled her down; saying it … Continue reading →

Episode Seven…Bayswater And Love A yellow-morning glow pushed itself down in a wave upon the fine shops of The Queensway. Dark awnings gave recalculated shade to unsuspecting shoppers and guppied women pulled themselves open in a display of early March-hare … Continue reading →

Episode Six…The Little Shop in Bayswater The journey from Primrose Hill had not been without a great deal of apprehension and aside from Constance’s concern over her daughter’s visit to Bayswater, to which Charles had given her every assurance of … Continue reading →

Episode Five…Questions A cold silence had mastered itself in two beings when Esme pushed open the double mahogany doors and led herself, exhausted from sleep, into a highly organized breakfast room. A razoring of sunlight had risen with her and … Continue reading →

Episode Four…Competition Like an ancient dowager The Peoples Palace had marked the passing of time; its walls were cracked and bitten by a thousand winter gales. Now the evening was an earthy brown that hid its open shabbiness and rickety … Continue reading →