Someone Else’s Skin*

“Your skin looks terrible,” the panther says.  He’s draped over my desk at the office. “It will heal, eventually,” I tell him. “Seb will be appalled when he sees you,” the panther says, fixing me with his amber stare.  “You must have put on another half a stone since you last saw him, you’ve got […]

Allergic Reaction*

“There’s a new pill you can take, made of house dust mites, that stops you being allergic to them,” Dad says.  We’re in the car on the way to an important family event: my new baby cousin’s circumcision. “Yum,”  I say. “Isn’t that what that weird allergy doctor recommended in the summer?” Mum says. “Don’t […]

Monday And The Murdered Man*

“Hello, Tanya” Dad says as he answers the phone.  “Are you at the office?” “Yes,” I say.  “Well – I’ve popped out to get some lunch but, yes, I’ve made it to the office.  The thing is – I’ve run out of my antidepressants and…” “Well we’ve got loads here,” Dad says. “Would someone be […]

When The Temperature Rises*

The flat phone rings at 4.38pm. “Hello,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “How did you know I was here?” I say.  “It’s Monday.  I ought to be at the office.  I mean – I was at the office but I came home because I’ve got a temperature and…” “Oh yes,” Seb says.  “I […]

The Documents In The Case*

“I’m calling you from outside the gym,” Seb says, when he calls at 8.30pm last night. “Ah, well done for going,” I say.  “What’s all that noise in the background?” “Well, I haven’t actually been in,” he says.  “Have just arrived here and it’s closed.  So I’m walking home and it’s windy.” “That’s a shame,” […]

Work. Rest. Repeat*

It’s a grey day and the first leaves have started to fall.  Autumn is on its way.  Must make the most of what remains of the summer, I tell myself. Am glad Seb wasn’t in Bangkok yesterday when there was a bomb.  He has to return through there though.  Wish he would just hurry up […]

Gun, With Occasional Music*

Despite the presence of the panther, there are some good things happening:  There were artichokes in the market today again.  Bought four.  Am at my Office.  Just met up with a friend for coffee.  Am wearing a bright pink dress which looks pretty.  Haven’t worn it for a while.  Is good to have rediscovered it […]

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,” […]

Working Girl

Huddled under my furry blanket on the parental sofa, sipping my coffee. In the kitchen, Mum is making dinner. The radio is on. The Twitcher has sent a few messages since our date and I’ve replied to them, but the text banter has lost its lustre. He hasn’t forgotten me, so that’s something. Just want […]