Dot Wordsworth

Interrogate

issue 23 February 2019

My husband sat in his usual chair, interrogating the contents of his whisky glass with his old, tired nose. In 20 years’ time that sentence may seem normal. To me it seems at best whimsical, perhaps arch.

There’s a lot of interrogating at the moment, quite apart from the traditional kind by unpleasant policemen.

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