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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
Four
“Don’t stare, you idiot.” “Sorry.” We are sitting in the window of an Italian restaurant opposite Briar’s hotel, which is swathed in police investigation tape. A dour doorman watches the […]
Three
What the fuck is his name? “I’m making pasta. I was going to make risotto, but my flatmate’s used all my Arborio rice. Would you like some?” “What I’d really […]
One
And so it starts with a whisper and a sigh. Something in the dark is stirring. I can feel it waking. * I open my eyes and find that he […]
