Three Sentence Ficathon

Eustace finds himself disappointed with his own reticence. She is ‘Pole’ in his diaries and she is everywhere: at good exhibits and bad theatre productions, her stockings darned, her face earnest. But nowhere are the details of her blazing, startling courage, or the warmth of her firm flesh as she leans against him, or the fact that he ls — he can acknowledge it now — in love with her.