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Bangkok Haunts*

“Here,” Seb says, handing me a little black bag.  “I bought you something.”  We’ve consumed The Omelette and I still can’t quite believe that he’s here: sitting at my dining table, wearing his grey t-shirt.  My darling boyfriend. “Wow, thank you darling,” I say, taking it from him.  Pulling out a box, I open it. […]

The Name Of The Rose*

“Hello lovely!” Seb’s message arrives at 12.51pm today.  “My Mum has changed her mind about her collection from hospital and my stepdad is going to do it instead.  Have to clean my flat as the agents want to show it.  Am going to head up to you first thing tomorrow.  Buzz you later. xxx” “Woohoo […]

A Streetcar Named Desire*

“I will drive you home today,” Seb says.  He is wearing his grey vest that he puts on to channel Marlon Brando as Stanley in Streetcar.  Somehow it makes him look even more posh though: his mane of hair flopping over his face and his big, turquoise eyes.  He has such a kind, open face. […]

Hard Times*

“So, what other matches are on today?” Seb says, taking a swig of his beer.  We are sitting in the television room of his local pub.  Or, the local pub that he is prepared to take me to anyway.  The pub a few doors down from his house is apparently “not a nice place”.  This […]

Heartbreak Tennis*

“I’ll let you know my movements but definitely see you later,” Seb’s message. Seb is coming back this evening.  Can’t wait to arrive home, switch on actual Wimbledon and put the artichokes on to boil.  Mum is on Centre Court – maybe will see her on the television. This morning Seb travelled with me to […]

The Adventure Of The Six Napoleons*

“So, I’ve got an exam tomorrow,” Seb says, when he calls last night. “At what time – so I can send positive thoughts,” I say, although what I mean is: at what time – so I can text you to remind you to attend it.  Or: wonder if you know what time exam is.  Maybe check. […]

The Art Of Killing Well*

“I couldn’t wait to get to the market today to see if there were any artichokes,” I say to Seb when he calls this evening. “And were there?” He says. “Yes!  I bought two and now I’m cooking one,” I say.   “So it’s not like that time on your birthday,” Seb says, sounding amused, […]

Murder By The Seaside*

“I’m looking forward to seeing my dogs,” Seb says as we leave his flat. “I’m looking forward to seeing all the animal people,” I say.  The fluffy monster’s mum and uncle and two sisters will be there, along with the three dogs.  Am wearing my nice dress: the short leopard and tiger print red, gold, black […]

No More Dying Then*

“I think I’ll leave this toothbrush here,” Seb says as he packs his belongings in preparation for leaving. “So you’re coming back then,” I say, pulling on my fat-burning trousers. “I’ll be coming back, yes, of course I will, my darling,” he says, walking over to me, putting his arms round me.  Resting my face […]