Sixteen
“Wake up!” Marina slammed a cup of strong-smelling coffee on the bedside-table. “I’ve got a proper job for you.” I grunted, rubbing my eyes; I hadn’t been fully asleep, but […]
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Fifteen
Yesterday evening I had this feeling that I would see you. It had been raining all day, a constant grey blurring of the world. But around five o’clock the skies […]
Fourteen
My heart sank as I opened the door to the flat; it was empty – empty of Sophie, anyhow. I could feel it; not only from the waves of coldness […]
Thirteen
The day before they let me out, a man came to see me. I was sort of half-dozing at the time – not really asleep as such, but I’d found […]
Twelve
The voices are hushed and anxious, zoning in and out, blurring into the background music of bleeps and clatterings. They come and go, sometimes saying strange things. One in particular […]
Eleven
“Can you ever have too much of a good thing?” Marina laughed, pouring more champagne into my glass, winking slyly. The word ‘yes’ came to my tongue, but I swallowed […]
Ten
Autumn had arrived unbidden, and Sophie was not impressed. Her hand lingered over the switch on the boiler which would reignite the central heating. But with the radio buzzing with […]
Nine
Sophie was making sandwiches, humming happily along with the radio. She smiled as she spread the finest possible film of warmed butter over the bread, then carefully placed translucent slices […]
Diversion; following the tributary
He’s so angry. Stuck in those four walls all day, everything going wrong, technology rising against him. He watches in fury as the internet connection flickers in and out of […]
Eight
We could hear the throbbing of the music quite some distance away as we strolled alongside the creek. Soph is never knowingly on time for things, and it was obvious […]
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