Tears Of The Giraffe*

“I had such a lovely time,” I say to Seb. We’re sitting in his car outside my gym at 11.50am this morning. “Me too, my lovely,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “It’s been so nice just spending time together.” “I hate this bit,” I say: not wanting to say goodbye, not wanting to get out […]

A Shopping List For Murder*

“Have you seen that?  Looks like rubbish,” Seb says, pointing to the pile of Fifty Shades of Grey DVDs as he dumps our basket of food on the counter.  We are in the co op, round the corner from Seb’s flat, purchasing food stuffs for supper. “Yes,” I say.  “Let’s put the bottles straight in your bag […]

A Cat In Wolf’s Clothing*

“Are you free?” A message comes through.  From my Seb, of course. “Yes,” I say.  “Call the flat.”  I’m just home from the office.   The phone rings. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello,” he says, in his mellifluous drawl.  He has the richest timbre to his voice. “I’m glad it’s you,” I say, turning […]