Alice’s Secret Garden. Rebecca Campbell

went through the door that Semele had indicated. It led into a large square room with one wall of ribbed, opaque glass, two of white painted concrete, and an enormous single glass plane showing the valley beyond. It was difficult not to gasp. Black massy clouds had begun to form. I bet Alice knows what they’re called, thought Andrew. Cumulo-Nympho. The room was sparsely furnished with a single chrome and white leather sofa.

      ‘What do you do in a room like this?’ said Andrew.

      ‘Watch the clouds, I suppose,’ replied Alice, with her first hint of dreaminess in ages.