Waiting at a set of traffic lights, X turns her back against the wind, facing me with hunched shoulders. Despite her tucking it into her collar, her hair’s blown this way and that before reaching out as if to touch my skin, and when it does, I sniff its scent, and my inner blues diminish as… Read more

Hot on her heels, I snatched a pack of buns from the shelf to my right, and aiming them as if I were pitching a baseball, lobbed them at the back of her head. Hitting her square on, she screamed while almost tripping over. Staggering forwards like a drunk, she eventually fell into a display… Read more

Entering the store, we jumped up and down to warm ourselves. To others, we looked beyond excited when really, we were shivering and frozen to the bone. When she reached out her hand and pressed it against my face, I couldn’t help but yelp like a beaten dog. Her flesh was ice-cold, so I took… Read more

Eating her donut, X made a range of noises showing her satisfaction, and when she was done, licked her fingers with a cheeky glint in her eye. In the ever-dimming sky, the first stars began to show. Pale and almost not there, the journey of their light filled me with a gut-wrenching sense of melancholy.… Read more

The waitress inquired if we wanted anything else. I was about to say no when X sprang to life as if having a second whim, asking for two coffees and a box of donuts to go. ‘How in the hell can you still be hungry?!’ I remarked. ‘It’s for the road’ she replied with a… Read more

My memory of that time is somewhat hazy. Like everything else, it’s faded with the passing of the intervening years, and yet if I close my eyes and focus, I can vividly see her sat across the table from me with such a look of mischief about her. As soon as she’d finished that plate… Read more

In the corner of a long and narrow room, we sat warming ourselves by the heat of a radiator with our fingers linked across a two-seater table. The sound of the falling rain could still be heard over the chatter of those sitting nearby drinking their cups of piping-hot coffee. After a minute or so… Read more

In the doorway of the greasy spoon she’s chosen, we shake our heads spraying rainwater like dogs escaping their monthly baths. From her handbag, she removes a pile of paper tissues with which she uses to wipe her face and neck. When she’s finished, she scrunches them into a ball before squeezing out some of… Read more