I felt weightless. Beautiful. A hushed silence had fallen over the audience at the 90th Academy Awards as the nominations for Best Actress in a Leading Role were announced. I knew I would win. Everybody knew I would win. The...
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Everything seemsOut of my reachLikeWater spiralling down a drainAn empty promise of rainConversations from yesterdayMusic playing too far awayHalf awake, half asleepIt doesn't take muchFor him to seepEasily into my mindThoughts spin and driftAnd effortlessly liftAnd I turn, intending toFill...
She could feel him watching her but every time her eyes flicked to catch his, he’d be looking down at the tattered day-worn Metro in his hand. Even from ten metres away, the paper looked scuffed and dirty, and it’d...
The door slams shut behind him. The same way as ever. The same click of the Yale safety lock, so secure and formal amidst the anger. His shoes pound down the corrugated metal staircase, fading and fading and fading. I...
Good Cop, Bad Cop
"Daphne tries to resist the charms of a colleague."
Knees bent and legs wide open, Daphne Blake stared up at the white spotlights on the ceiling of VELMA’S BEAUTY SALON. The radio in the corner played an unsettling rock song but it had been turned down low enough to...
Nobody knew what to do. The wide streets were filled with chaos. Cars on the pavements. Fire engines roaring past. Ambulances whining endlessly like babies crying. Babies were crying. And people were crying too, screaming and sobbing into phones. I...
I fell for his voice firstAs it flew through grey smokeThrough loud cursing laughterOver clinking glassesA small gig, a small barJust him and a guitarI sawOn a hot summer’s nightThrough flickering dim lightThe captivating sightOf his bodyEdgy alley-cat graceA lazy...
Some memories don’t stick. They’re not important or consequential enough to make a lasting impression. But I remember Aiden. Everything about Aiden. For the first time in my life, in my messed-up shunted around excuse of a life, I felt...
Hayley’s flat seemed quieter than usual. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a long moment, her eyes flickering around the small, square living room. Nothing had changed since she’d left but it seemed different somehow....
There were seven of us in the kitchen; Robbie and me; my brother Charlie and his wife Rose; my parents, and for some inexplicable reason, Scott. I wished he would leave. I’d been saved from talking to him by Mom’s...