Monthly Archives: February 2004
Break
With all her strength, she hurls the mug at the wall on the other side of the room, and gets no satisfaction at all from the crashing explosion of china, or the shards that fall into the pile on the … Continue reading
The Picnic
A friend had once told her about how he and his wife had planned their first child so carefully, that her maternity leave had run just as far as the redundancy that they knew had been on the cards. Their … Continue reading
Man of the Moment
She knew from the start that this was a meaningless fling, of no consequence or importance, and he agreed with her: they were just having fun, for the short time that she was there, and then it would be over, … Continue reading
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
She was sixteen when I met him, and anything but sweet. I used to refer to her as Madam, but not to her face, of course. Of the handful of men I met through that newspaper advert, I liked him … Continue reading
Sweet Dreams
He was so tall that he had to sleep diagonally on the bed, leaving her a corner to curl up in, so it was inevitable that she would wake up many times during the night. Half-conscious, she would feel the … Continue reading