‘I’ll go, you get ready, you’re going to knock them dead.’ We shared a kiss, a soft passion that can only be found in a long-term partnership. ‘Oh and yes please.’ She loved this coffee as much as I did.Read More
Crying, heavy, floating sobs seeping into the atmosphere. Where is it coming from? I searched the surrounding plateaus but found nothing. Why is it so dark?Read More
Birthdays shouldn’t be this hard.
‘The day was gloomy.’ I stare at the page. ‘Ugh.’ Start again, ‘the day was sad.’ Oh for fucks sake.Read More
‘Oh god she’s wearing a suit, a full suit.’ I stood watching the Carol Stafford through the glass walls of her office, her stern features fixed under stylish glasses. ‘She doesn’t look happy Alex. I knew I should have worn a suit.’ Alex Rogers, my literary agent and best friend, sat across the waiting room, stylish as always I swear he could wear a bin bag and make it look chic.Read More