Could you be this intimate with anyone else? Anyone apart from your lifelong best friend? She had been with plenty of men, in relationships and one night stands. She had never felt anything like this. She looked over at her. She was staring back at her. They were thinking the same thing. It felt right. … Continue reading INTIMATE
The bed sheets are damp with sweat. The muggy, warm air offers no relief. I unwrap myself and lie on top of the duvet. This weather has to break soon. It isn't just the close atmosphere that has made me sweat. I had been dreaming of her again. Vague images of my dream come back … Continue reading DREAMING OF HEATHER
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don't care, I'm along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge … Continue reading BLINDSIDED
'It's over.' He tried to remain calm, speaking in an even and clear voice, no raised voices or dramatic gestures. 'Typical!' She yelled her reply, trying to elicit a reaction from him. This was the problem with their relationship - he was always so passionless, so clinical, so frigid. 'Just keep cool.' Over-the-top histrionics, letting … Continue reading DUMPED
'We'll always have Paris.' Yeah, right. Now look at those memories: faded, crumpled and tossed in the dumpster. She was just like all the rest of those broads, dames and dolls. As soon as she had stepped on that plane she had forgotten about me. Back to her old life, her passionless marriage of convenience. … Continue reading WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS
