"A powerful
and haunting story which brilliantly examines the outer limits of male sexual
obsession."
Pat Barker
From
Chapter 13 of Alba
Keith encircles her tightly with his arms, the length of his body pressed against
her. But it doesn't stop what happens next.
There is Alba, her breath all gone, not on the earth at all, not feet on the
stone cold floor, not numb toes in the pinching high heels, but there! above
herself, looking down on them both, swimming in the giant air of the cathedral,
with no boundaries at all. Now she feels herself laugh, touch fingers she does
not know. It is the flying we have in dreams. She takes a breath, she's not
afraid. She can come back in like pulling herself in on a line.
