The Long Goodbye*

“So,” Seb says.  He’s parked just outside the flat.  We’ve just been out to lunch. “Yeah,” I say, my gaze fixed on his toned, tanned forearm as it rests on the steering wheel.  His other arm is round my waist.  Don’t want to look at his face in case I burst into tears.  Again.  He’s […]

Borrowed Light*

Good things: 1.  Seb is here. 2.  We weren’t late to meet his friends for lunch. 3.  They seemed to like me. 4.  Conversation flowed. 5.  Have clean sheets (thank you Mum)! 6.  Have just achieved afternoon sleep. 7.  Maybe Seb has made some supper. 8.  Even if he hasn’t, there are vegetables. 9.  Have […]

Murder In Time*

“What time do you call this?” Mum says, marching into my bedroom. “I’m asleep,” I say, from under the covers.  “I’ve come here for a rest, remember.” “Well it’s six o’clock.  In the evening,” Mum says, opening my curtains.  “You’d better have a bath.  I know you didn’t have one yesterday because…” “I did,” I […]

Murder Among Friends*

“I haven’t seen you for ages,” Suzie says when I answer the door, after we’ve had a hug. “It’s only been a couple of weeks hasn’t it?”  I say.  “Sorry, darling, I was asleep.”  Didn’t make it to the door in time. “Thought you probably were,” she says.  “Anyway – a couple of weeks is […]

A Thief Of Time*

“Hello,” Seb says, looking over at me in bed this morning, smiling. “Good morning,” I say.  “How did you sleep?” “Not bad,” he says.   “Well, you were asleep every time I woke up,” I say, stroking his hair, gazing into his turquoise eyes.  “You were making those contented sleeping noises: those hedgehog snuffles and…” […]

The Weight Of Blood*

On my bike at the gym.  Gazing out of the window in front of me, I pedal as fast as possible whilst writing.  It’s autumnal out there: brown leaves, grey sky and people strolling past wearing coats.  Am going to cycle for thirty minutes and then do some weights. Writing this on my bike is […]

Natural Causes*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I switch my phone on.  7.09pm.  It’s dark outside.  Autumn has arrived.  Argh. “Well you don’t seem to have done any unpacking,” the panther says, gazing at the two suitcases on the floor, stretching so that he takes up most of my bed. “I’ve hung my […]

Sparkling Cyanide*

“You go in there and help your father.  You’re better at wine than I am,” Mum says, as we park at the warehouse.  “I’ll stay in the car.” Pulling my raincoat on, I run after Dad, who’s striding towards the building.  It’s raining.  It’s been pouring non-stop all day. Inside, the wine warehouse has various […]

Tickets To The Devil*

“I have to write the blog,” I say to the parentals, on arrival at our hotel.  It’s the little Art Deco establishment where we spent a night earlier in the week. “Don’t you want a bath?  Or to change for dinner?” Mum says, gazing at my pink dress.  Have been sleeping in it in the […]