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 […]

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 […]