Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The flat, situated on the third floor of one of the buildings on Lichgate, had a feature window with a view the cathedral. It faced west, where the sun lit the minster in the morning and crossed the sky to bathe the flat in its afternoon rays. In the mornings Peter enjoyed the smell of the bakery on the ground floor and in the evenings that of the Indian take-away on Lovatt Street. He'd placed the bed at the exact point to see the building at its best and there was nothing he liked better than to lie, languorous and sated after sex, as the afternoon shadow of the cross sauntered across his bedroom walls.