Ten years ago, on this very day, my life was turned upside down. I’d watched with pride, and a little envy, as my cousin walked down the aisle of St Paul’s church. My perfectly petite, blonde-haired, and always immaculate cousin Olivia. My registry office wedding to Tim hadn’t been as lavish, as expensive, or even … Continue reading I’m sorry…
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Returning to Paris
I’ve never forgotten my time spent in Paris, it’s a city I’ve loved from afar for many years and it has always held a special place in my heart. I had flirted with the idea of returning but never really wanted to face disappointment, knowing the city couldn’t delivery such magic a second time around. … Continue reading Returning to Paris
The secondment
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
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
My night with Billy Nicholls
Photo by Jonathan Borba on Pexels.com I had dreamt about this for most of my adult life, and now it had happened, I was laid in bed next to someone who I had convinced myself was the man of my dreams. My interest had started when I was a teenager and he was in his … Continue reading My night with Billy Nicholls
Another beer love?
“Grab us another beer love.” I hear from across the small cramped living room of our flat, along with my boyfriend proving his current can is empty by tapping it in my direction. I look up from the novel I was immersed in and take in the figure sprawled out lazily across the sofa, half … Continue reading Another beer love?
Armed with a pen and notebook 