Story link: 'Hungerford Bridge' -- Elizabeth Hand
Saturday, October 8th, 2011 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranthHungerford Bridge, by Elizabeth Hand
A quiet, still story, evocative of London in the snow and of hidden mystery and loss. In other hands ('scuse pun) this would be trivial, a vignette: Hand weaves so much backstory and emotional resonance into the tale, showing not telling.
We walked across Hungerford Bridge in the intermittent rain, skirting puddles and pockets of slush. Below us the Thames reflected empty, parchment-colored sky. When I looked back across the water, the buildings on the opposite bank seemed etched upon a vast blank scroll, a barge’s wake providing a single ink stroke. Gulls wheeled and screamed. The air smelled of petrol, and snow.
A quiet, still story, evocative of London in the snow and of hidden mystery and loss. In other hands ('scuse pun) this would be trivial, a vignette: Hand weaves so much backstory and emotional resonance into the tale, showing not telling.
