WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS

'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

IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY

'We've been here before,' she said. She didn't just meant the roundabout they were passing for the fifth time. They were hopelessly lost. He promised each time that he would change. This time she needed to take a new direction. She needed to get off this emotional merry-go-round for good. 'We've tried every exit,' she … Continue reading IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY

STOLEN WEEKEND

Hustle and bustle. Amongst it all I sit alone. Many come and go: commuters, tourists, pleasure seekers and shoppers. Smiling faces and laughter, serious looks with purposeful strides, blank expressions and automatic motions: all accumulate into the life of the station. The whistle signals an arrival. Her arrival. Loud squealing brakes and steam fill the … Continue reading STOLEN WEEKEND