Tag Archives: love

A wedge of home-made butter

Pre-dawn sleet melts diamonds onto the girls hat as she finds her position on the bus. Half-term has wiped the roads clean, the lights through the one way system are green and we’re two minutes early. The driver stops outside … Continue reading

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Morning coffee in action.

A doodle of someone waking up to the smell of fresh coffee in a mug.

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Regular Disturbance

The first time she calls the police herself from the phone box across the road. She screams like a preacher. ‘When are you going to do something? He’s locked me out again the bastard.’ There are not enough faces at … Continue reading

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The Worlds of Phoebe

I can fly. The air is slippery. All these years I have waited, constrained by the frustrating tug of gravity. Now I am free to move wherever I please. You must love me now – surely you must love me? … Continue reading

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End of the Season

The relationship has ended. That’s why I’m here. Returning after only a day – rattling back through the white chalk swellings to my point of departure. Tipped onto the platform at Hatfield Station with nothing but longing. To the north … Continue reading

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