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Julia Williams
CONTENTS
Julia Williams
The Summer Season
To the memory of
Alfred Thomas Clark 1890–1918
Ernest Ophir Clark 1896–1916
And Jemima Clark 1863–1944 who must have been so brave
Contents
Edward
Edward and Lily
Part One: Summer’s Lease
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Edward and Lily
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Edward and Lily
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Edward and Lily
Part Two: Spring Fever
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Edward and Lily
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Edward and Lily
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Edward and Lily
Part Three: Summer’s Promise
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Edward and Lily
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Edward and Lily
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Epilogue
Edward
Edward
Flower Meanings
Acknowledgements
Edward
Edward dreams of Lily. She comes to him in the garden, holding a bunch of pansies. It is summer and she wears a sun hat, which falls down her back.
‘Here, for you,’ she proffers, ‘to ease your heart.’ She laughs, and her long, dark curls fly loose down her back in the summer breeze. It is always summer, with the Lily of his dreams.
He reaches out to touch her, to feel her, to know that she is once more real and dear to him, as she ever was. As he does so, she scatters petals to the wind, and her touch on his hand is as light and insubstantial as the breeze. As soon as he grasps her, she is gone away from him, to a place he knows he cannot reach.
Edward dreams of Lily, and awakes to a cold hearth, a lonely old age and tears forming on his face. One day soon, he knows he will join her. Why can’t it be today?
Edward and Lily
1890–1892
In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love …
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, ‘Locksley Hall’
‘Edward, you never said you were coming!’ His mother rose to greet him as Edward came into the garden; she was sitting
