“…yet for all his faults, she just couldn’t stop. She told me, in confidence, that she’d never seen anything like it.” Mary paused to take a sip of the now-cold tea. Liz wiggled back into her chair. She’d been edging forward for the past ten minutes and was close to tipping point. “Why?” she asked. […]Read More In Confidence
Balsa wood doesn’t rot Does it not? Apparently not. How much have you got? How much of what? Balsa wood (that doesn’t rot).Read More Balsa Wood
“The album’s on hold. I’ve downsized,” he would tell people. “You’ve been kicked out,” they would hear. “We grew apart, went our separate ways,” he would continue. “You cheated on your wife, she found out, took the kids and rinsed you for everything you had,” they would interpret. Frank took a deep breath and moved […]Read More Downsize
“Yeah, eBay, but who ever sends stuff back to eBay? It’s such a faff, you know? I mean it doesn’t matter really, it’s still the same dress I wanted just a bit, well, smaller.” Her words bounced off his face like piss splashing against a urinal. He nodded. “I’ll just wear it. It’ll be fine. […]Read More Pretty. Vacant.
-This lollipop tastes funny. That’s nice dear. What lollipop? -This one. But I didn’t give you a… -I found it. Where? -Here. Where is here? -If you look at me, you’d see. You got it from the floor? -Yes. Why? -I was hungry. If you’re hungry, then you ask mummy or daddy for something. -I […]Read More My Lollipop