Name Game

An extract from a novel in the style of the author where one letter of the title has been changed

Such was the variety to be observed from the esplanade shelter that, to Scabber Crout, none resembled another. Nor was it those on the face of the Jubilee Clock that so obsessed him, but rather those attached to the arms of each passer-by, whether walking towards the Nothe or in the opposite direction towards Greenhill. Some were instantly recognisable, like Mrs Stark’s of Upwey – barnacled with warts, or those of Rodwell’s rigger, Ranker Skewer – bony and white as coral.

Scabber Crout’s eyes, quick as a shark’s glance, shifted from one promenader to the next, marvelling at the diversity of these peculiar appendages, some outspread like starfish and others clenched tight as mussels. Faces and feet were of no interest to Scabber. For now his focus was fixed entirely on these strange extremities, some large, some small, some gloved, others bare, but each as unique as the incoming wavelets lapping the shoreline.

Weymouth Sands (John Cowper Powys) changed to Weymouth Hands.