I am easy to find. I am still lived next door to the English Congregational Church, Commercial Road, Senghennydd. I venture from my place only for the English Cong, and in summer, if I am lucky, a visit from a relation. We instantly know this is Welsh, first-person, that William's bastardry is important to him. We could talk about anything, it's been a long life, but we're talking about Blinkin' Owl.
Soccer is likely to arise throughout the story both factually and as a metaphor.
Col. Best game we ever played. Then Colin looks up at me. His eyes are wet when he speaks, this time slowly and with an ache, dark and lovely at the same time, like cello music. The writer has started in the middle of the action, he has set out his stall, he has ensured the tone and mood and music reflect his story's intent, he has encapsulated much of his theme in the opening, it's as tight and trimmed of fat as he could make it. Alex is administering a short story competition sponsored by Newport AFC, a football league.