Last month’s contenders:   “Occupied with our own thoughts, Dupin and I were walking in Kensington Gardens and hadn’t spoken for more than a quarter of an hour.” “William leant forward a little more. The wind blowing up from the valley shook the leaves on the trees and made waves in the long grass.” “The crack within my brain: the keyhole through which the sands of sanity endlessly seem to pour. Night after merciless night it comes; it never fails to come.” “White dust drifted from the hole he was drilling into the woman’s skull. He was no Dahmer, trying to create a zombie for sexual gratification.”   “‘Oh James, really!’ said his mother with a shudder, managing to sound both bored and disgusted at the same time. ‘Darling please don’t fiddle with your privates in company!’” “My Guardian once said to me: ‘A Samurai is a person who recognizes their strongest abilities, cultivates those abilities, and serves humanity with those abilities.’” “There is one last hill before the sea: I remember it. The engine that growls beneath me remembers too – its note deepens, my bike’s wheels are tearing into soil, flailing at sand.” “Joe, who has been the only constant person in my life for the last five years, can’t say my name. There are lots of words he can’t say but I mostly notice the difficulty he has with my name.”