Dust particles on my fingers and a cool breeze that speaks her name in Mandarin. It comes through the window like a butterfly, and when I’m lying there on my back reading some book I purchased from a charity shop, it’s like life is a dream somehow. There’s a distant ringing of a car alarm,… Read more

I’ve been drinking, and so decide to put graffiti on her belly with red lipstick. Read about this thing called the Theban alphabet on Wikipedia, you see, but as I’m drunk, I make most of it up and scrawl away regardless. She doesn’t notice though. She’s too busy eating grapes. Got them from the Tesco… Read more

As X spins in a gust of wind, the colours of the world snap themselves free from the shapes that contain them, and as a long, drawn-out cry escapes her throat, the force of it shatters all the windows of the store, sending shards of glass raining down on the shoppers and members of staff… Read more

After collecting her bottle of wine and packet of pastry, X pays for them as if in a trance, not speaking or making eye contact with the person serving at the checkout. Outside, she looks over to her car but decides to have a cigarette. Standing there beneath a canopy at the entrance to the… Read more

X watches the lovers remembering the warmth he’d once put in her belly. Warm so warm he had made her feel on so many nights when she’d felt on the verge of coming apart, and although at the time she’d put it down to the electric kicks of sex, she now realised it was something… Read more

Sitting on the floor of the supermarket like a moody child, she looks up at the two ghosts as they stand before her, and in that moment, remembers just how in love she used to be. As those lips of his meet those belonging to that younger version of hers, she holds her breath and… Read more

Driving with her eyes shut, she makes her way to a nearby supermarket. It’s not one she’s been in for years, but pulling into the carpark, she finds it exactly as it used to be, which reassures and agitates her at the same time for reasons she can’t quite explain. Parking up near the entrance,… Read more

On the sidewalk with the moon on her shoulder, X dances to music she’s not sure is real or imagined. As those passing her by give strange looks, she shifts from one foot to the other clicking her fingers and shaking her hips, and as the curls of her hair bounce behind her, she kicks… Read more