The Cello Swing

'In the night the trapeze had made me dance and by the dawn I was a woman on the dirty ground gathering frost while Londoners walked by without a glance.' A circus performer is on the run seeking solace with strangers. Hidden in London's tangled alleys a cellist plays only for her. Above them all an old clown watches from his trapeze waiting for her to dance again. The Cello Swing is the debut novella of L M Weaver told through a series of vignettes and diary entries of Aimee in her snatches of thought.