They met in the shared bathroom. She had her back to him, a river of dark hair cascading down her shoulders. As soon as she heard the door click shut, she froze, a rigid statue of icy discontent. Black-ringed eyes awash with annoyance snapped up and met his in the mirror. Eyes narrowing with…

In a sense, it seemed rather fitting that a sleek Kurt Geiger shoebox should hold her ashes. It was only three months ago she’d been wittering on about various obnoxious celebrities with these god-awful shoes and simpering “Oh darling, couldn’t I just have one pair?” Of course, that was…

It was built, they say

By paranoia, widening the wound between a marriage

The only relief, the antiseptic dream

Of a bloodshed

Where he could keep her.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Lucy cursed under her breath as she feverishly scrubbed at the pool of red wine that was rapidly expanding across the rich cream carpet. In all honestly, she wasn’t entirely sure just what meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time was supposed to be…