The Burglar Who Counted The Spoons*

“Boxing was exhausting,” Seb says when he calls last night. “Those teenagers have so much energy and I’d eaten too much spaghetti before I set off and…” “So what weight division will you be in?” I say. “I suppose I’ll get leaner so I can be middleweight or…well – I don’t want to bulk up […]

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The Black Dahlia*

“So, I went to look at the theatre,” Seb says when he calls last night.  “Thinking about maybe getting involved in some amateur stuff whilst I’m here.” “Excellent idea,” I say.  Seb used to be an actor and it could be good for him to do a bit of it in a low-stress way. “The […]

A Running Duck*

The flat phone rings.  “Hello?” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. My heart lifts as I hear his voice.  “My darling,” I say.  “How are things?”  Carrying the phone back to my bedroom, I crawl into bed. “Not too bad,” he says.  “Although we’ve just had a class on graphs and spreadsheets and I’m […]

Death In The Clouds*

“It’s Seb,” my brother says, handing me the phone at nine thirty this morning. “Thank you,” I say to my brother. “Hello my darling,” I say to Seb. “Hello my love,” Seb says.  “I’m afraid you have an idiot for a boyfriend.  I’ve missed my flight.” “Oh no.  What happened?” I say.  Maybe he had […]

Time Bomb*

“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone at 10.05am this morning.  I’ve been asleep for thirteen hours but am still exhausted. “Hello my love,” Seb says. “Oh wow, you’re calling me,” I say.  “I’m sorry that I missed your other calls but I was at the office and…” “The thing is,” Seb says.  “I can […]

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 […]

Work. Rest. Repeat*

It’s been one-of-those-days.  Traffic, too much work and assorted other stresses.  My phone rings when I’m on my way home at long last at seven o’clock. “Hello,” I say. “Hello,” Seb says, for it is him.  Immediately, I feel better: hearing his mellifluous drawl.  He has not forgotten me, my wonderful boy . “Hi darling,” […]