Shrapnel cheese and pork pie fragments. Feeding frenzy around a table, patchwork papered with crepe. I look for someone I know as I load up your plate with marshmallows in pink and white. Skip sweets in a bowl which look like the cubes from the urinal. A fairy’s hand delves into cake, chocolate excavation smeared on face. ‘How’s your little girl?’ The fairy’s mother sets the question in the space between us with the princess sandwiches and cucumber trodden into the floor. Sugar on lips like a rumour. I wonder if anyone saw me look at my watch. The fairy wipes chocolate on her dress and spoons pop from a plastic carton. ‘There are a lot of bugs going round,’ I say over the toddler hurricane. I feel conversation pour between my teeth, beyond my control. I stem the flow with a ham and cheese sandwich.
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