The Golden Spiders*

The flat phone rings at about 9.30pm last night, just as I’m watching Andy Murray versus Bernard Tomic, recorded earlier in the day.  I already know that Andy won, and that we’re now in the Davis Cup final, but I missed the match. “Hello,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “I’ve just arrived.” “So […]

A Thief Of Time*

“Hello,” Seb says, looking over at me in bed this morning, smiling. “Good morning,” I say.  “How did you sleep?” “Not bad,” he says.   “Well, you were asleep every time I woke up,” I say, stroking his hair, gazing into his turquoise eyes.  “You were making those contented sleeping noises: those hedgehog snuffles and…” […]