As he closed his eyes, she placed her lips on his, and through the open window, their orbs slipped away as their bodies continued to embrace in the surrogate womb that was the bathtub. In an hour or so the water would turn cold, and they’d wake shivering before wrapping themselves in towels and diving… Read more

The steam rises from the bathtub. It licks the air like the searching tongue of a snake as he rests his chin atop her bony, delicate skull. She’s singing. The words he can’t quite make out for sure, but to her, there’s meaning in every syllable. It’s not important if the language is real or… Read more

Running her a bath, he loses himself in the steam rising to touch his face. In the other room, she’s stood on her heels gazing through the window at the same time as smoking one of his cigarettes. The smoke ripples in the air, first above her head then down to her hips where it… Read more

Resting her head on his shoulder, X parted her legs, and as the light shone through the window, it tickled her thighs causing her to groan. There were invisible angels in that light, and as they licked the lips she never kissed with, he put his arm around her waist before bringing his hand up… Read more

The brandy burns and turns in her stomach, and as the snow swirls and curls around the weathered trunks of the watchful trees, the animals moved in circles leaving tracks that were soon covered by another layer of soft snow. It’s as if the belly of the sky had been sliced wide-open and the world… Read more

As the animals gathered in the garden and the snow fell the way it did in the movies, X asked him to go fetch them both a drink. Something to warm their bellies. Something a little naughty. Grinning at him with sullen red-rimmed eyes, he held her face in his hand before leaning forward and… Read more

Outside, the snow falls heavy, minute by minute, second by second. Inside, X holds him, not quite sleeping, not quite awake. Shivering as strange visions swim behind her eyes, the morning passes far from the grasp of the world at large. In the garden, the animals look up at the window, drawn to the one… Read more

As dust particles dance around their jaded heads, Paul McCartney sings about something, and as his words float through the room, she holds onto him as if fearful he might float off too. To her relief, he remains grounded, but that doesn’t deter her from clinging on with all she has. Pulling her knees up… Read more

She cried softly at first, and then she cried hard. She wasn’t even sure why, but the more she told herself not to the more the tears came one after the other until there was no controlling them at all. As she rested her head against his bare chest, he kissed the back of her… Read more