The Portrait Of A Lady*

A Ginuary triumph: The Portrait of A Pink Lady:   He looks even better in a photo with this person, my new Triceratops Chanukiah:   You can see them together in the attached photo. Am sitting in the bath, removing my pink micropore from my scars. Seeing an infected corner, with a stitch still in there, […]

Anonymous Rex*

“Hello?” I say, answering the flat phone at 9.32pm last night. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “I’m sorry to phone so late.” “That’s alright my darling,” I say.  “It’s good to hear from you.  How is it going there?” Seb is in Wales with his Mum and Uncle.  His Grandma has just died. “Well, I’ve seen Granny,” […]

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 […]

Jurassic Park*

“No-one ever says, on their deathbed, that they wish they’d spent more time at the office”.  This quote from a nun or priest in a hospice has stayed with me.   “Am going to be that person who says ‘I wish I’d spent more time at the office,’ aren’t I?” I say to Mum. “Probably,” […]