“Get out of bed and sort that washing out,” the panther says, breathing into my face. His breath smells of rotten meat. It’s 5.30pm and I’m trying, and failing to achieve my afternoon sleep. “I’m not doing it,” I tell him. He looks appalled and turns away from me, waving his tail. He gazes out […]
No messages from Seb since Saturday. Maybe his phone has been drowned in the rain. Or sucked dry by leeches. Hope he will send a message soon. Am missing him. There’s no point in worrying about it, I tell myself. He will be in touch. Must hold on to this thought. The panther dozes on […]
“Face it, he’s not coming back,” the panther says as he sits on my windowsill, watching a squirrel on the bird feeder. “He is,” I say. “In a couple of weeks Seb will be back.” “And, even if he comes back for a bit, then he’s going to university. For three whole years,” the panther […]
Back at the flat and am going to write this now, before my afternoon sleep, as when wake up will need to: 1. Unload dishwasher. 2. Put washing away. 3. Make supper: probably The Omelette. 4. Prepare self for the Office tomorrow. The panther lies sprawled across my bed, taking up most of it. Am […]
“I’ve got a job for you,” Mum says. “What is it?” I say. “It’s your favourite job,” Mum says, in that excited tone of voice that she uses when she thinks she’s going to be able to persuade me to do something. The tone of voice that means this is a fun thing I’ve invented […]
The flat phone rings. Picking it up, I say “Hello.” “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. I can’t believe that it’s him. “Are you calling me from the jungle?” I say. “Yes, I might run out of credit but I wanted to call you and say hello,” he says. The line crackles, it’s not a good […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 