22: The Sinking Ship
I was at an all time low when I met Marina. I had been chucked out of Uni the day before and naturally proceeded to get very drunk. I’d turned […]
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21: Three questions
“Do you know why I’ve brought you here this evening?” I prided myself on knowing every private members’ club and decent restaurant in London, but this place was new to […]
20: Not taken
There are pros and cons to lying low in Soho. On the one hand, there are so many people around that it’s easy to go unnoticed amongst the crowd; on […]
Diversion: Living with Lorraine, Part 5
Almost the moment I woke I knew that it was going to be a significant day. I could feel it in the air like the electrical charge before a thunderstorm. […]
Diversion: Living with Lorraine, Part 4
The doorbell rang while Lorraine was out at the shops. I was deeply immersed in my latest creation and it took a few moments for me to register the sound. […]
19: You scumbag, you maggot
“It was Christmas Eve, babe…” In the dog house. I was lying low in a coffee house on Bateman Street. Marina’s usually cool persona had become decidedly icy of late, […]
18: Heralds
I’ve started smoking again. Not because I even like it or want to; purely for the excuse. Marina has a strange respect for smoking – she considers it something of […]
Love is a Camera
I have a good view of the front door from here. Not that it opens much. The glass is coloured and wibbly, so there’s little to see most of the […]
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 […]
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 […]
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