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Familiar

She looked at them and tried to imagine what that sense of collective belonging felt like; being part of a group of friends who had managed to remain close for so long. Looking at the old photographs now, she was almost jealous of their bond. Something she knew she’d never had. Year after year, pageContinue reading “Familiar”

Sapphire

She looked at them and opened her mouth in exaggerated shock. A high pitched squeal burst from her bursting collagen lips. Liam jolted. Then heard them. “Oh. My. God!” a woman screamed. “No. Way.” shouted another. Broad Essex accents. Like bad reality show contestants. Liam knew who it was without turning around. Sapphire was onContinue reading “Sapphire”

The Collector

He looks at it and pushes away the carnal, blinding urges; to spit, to vomit, to tear; the rage screaming between his ears, telling him that the box is his – rightfully his – and that he should reclaim it with neither payment nor mercy, should snatch it back, and make the unworthy worm payContinue reading “The Collector”

Rule of Three

I looked… inspired. Indeed, you did. That was amazing! Watch your step. I was amazing. Rather! Well done. Rock and roll! Well… party politics. I. Am. Buzzing. They liked you. A total knockout. First conference speech. First of many. Always very memorable. Blackpool – fucking – illuminations. Come this way. Blackpool Pleasure… Bitch. Turn rightContinue reading “Rule of Three”

No Returns

She looked at it and chewed the inside of her mouth. The auction had been running for almost twenty-four hours and with five minutes left there wasn’t a single bid. Of all the items listed, this was the only one unsold. The countdown clicked to four minutes. “Come on,” she muttered. “It’s designer, with noContinue reading “No Returns”

21st Century Feminism

“He looked at me and held his gaze… And I’m tellin’ ya’, he was holding it real firm… know what I mean?” “Real firm, love it!” Christa cackled over her shoulder as she swung out of her parking space. “Then what happened?” “So, I said, ‘Thanks for that.’ And I go to turn away. FarContinue reading “21st Century Feminism”

The Tomb of Memories

He looked at them and stood suddenly motionless. Moments before he was scrambling in the cramped, darkness of the wings, his arms raking in the jumble of costumes that had been frantically discarded. Now, standing in the underbelly of the theatre, the stagehand was scrambling instead to process the scene before him. At the farthestContinue reading “The Tomb of Memories”