Can a person be kitsch? He's sweet, but he wears trouser braces with a garish shirt and hat and brightly coloured cords. I give him a chance, but then he invites me back to his and I see the living room... 1970s mustard-orange decor and chintzy lamps, and I'm out. 'I'll be off,' I say. … Continue reading KITSCH
We had our differences. For most couples they would have been irreconcilable, but we always muddled through. It's all about compromise. Sure, his job kept him busy, away from home a lot. Maybe that helped. We weren't living under each other's feet for forty years. Then I found out it wasn't his job that kept … Continue reading IRRECONCILABLE
I don't mean to interfere, but people tell me that I do. Frequently. It's just a habit, I guess. Sometimes it's just taking an interest or offering advice or offering an opinion. Other times I interfere more directly. Like when I saw that guy shouting abuse at his girlfriend in the street. Or when that … Continue reading CONSTRUCTIVE INTERFERENCE
They haven't gone, the Christmas Angels.They're hiding from me.Waiting. In the shadows.Ready to step out into the twinkling lights.Reflecting in the dirty puddles.Shimmering and blurred.Walking along the empty streets.The closed shops, the dead cafés.An open door.Please sir, can you help me?An inviting arm around my shoulder.The warmth of the hallway.Shut out the cold Eve.His smiling … Continue reading ALL GONE
She had spent the entire afternoon lying in the sun. She had chosen her most provocative bikini, the one that left little to the imagination. Her long, bronze legs shimmered. When she lay on her front she undid the strings of her top and let them fall to the side. She had seen him watching … Continue reading BLACK WIDOW
