She’s flicking through one of those animal encyclopaedias, the kind you get heavily discounted in the run up to Christmas, and then even cheaper before New Year, the kind nobody is ever going to pay full price for. ‘Do you think I should keep this one, Mum?’ she asks. ‘I mean, it was a present.
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Peggy longs to be elsewhere. Today, even Charmaine, her WorkSolutions adviser, seems bored. Or if not bored then fatalistic: she’s picking at her earlobes and examining the flakes of skin on the tip of her finger. They are meeting not at Charmaine’s offices, but at the neutral territory of West Herts College, because the WorkSolutions
You ask me if I’ve dated. Not seriously. You want to know why. I can’t tell you why. I haven’t even said the word to myself. I remember us in your room at midnight, bright underneath a full moon, our limbs intertwined like roots tangled in the mud. Two bodies fighting into one. It felt
On the 23rd Day of Christmas Rachael Smart gave to me… He was a wise man because he went to wet the baby’s head wearing a hessian sack smock, came home serious about calling him Jesus. He was a wise man because he’d seen her ex-ex-ex in The Playwright and knocked the bold out of