I hadn’t been home for a year, an excruciating long exhausting and fateful year. I had kept in touch, as I promised with Mum and Dad by email, and sent them postcards of San Francisco’s many and varied tourist attractions, a fictional narrative portraying my life in the states as a whirlwind of new adventures and … Continue reading The secondment
betrayal
The invisible woman
When I woke up this morning I had disappeared. This might not be what you think, I hadn’t gone missing, I hadn’t been abducted. I was here in my bedroom; I could see the bed I climbed into last night and I could feel the now cold sheets. I still existed but I wasn’t here … Continue reading The invisible woman
All in the name of revenge
As she looked in the mirror her deadpan expression and lifeless reflection stared back. She had carefully applied her make-up to bring out the best of her features, but her troubled eyes could only see the foundation as a layer of anger, her rouge as rage and her red tinted lips smeared with bitterness as … Continue reading All in the name of revenge
Should I end us?
I’d waited patiently for the best part of half an hour before his text arrived. Arriving enthusiastically early at our agreed usual rendezvous point, I’d found a quiet table. The place was a dive, but we had minimal chance of being seen together here. Grabbing a corner next to an old electric heater which whirred … Continue reading Should I end us?
We met at a friends party
Ben and I went on our first an only date about ten years ago. We’d met at a friend’s party, it wasn’t a conventional meeting, far from it. No eyes meeting across a crowded room or love at first sight. The man I’d been dating for a few weeks had left the house warming party … Continue reading We met at a friends party
All it took was a few lingering looks
“But, I…..miss…..him,” Lizzie’s sobbing had started again. It had been a week since Ben had broken off their engagement and we’d had several days and nights of tears. “I don’t understand why….” She grabbed another tissue and wiped her hot pink face, her tears freefalling. I topped up her glass of wine and then took … Continue reading All it took was a few lingering looks
Armed with a pen and notebook 