There it was. A colour so impossibly rich and vibrant it took her breathe away. Stopping her in her tracks, she stared at it, into…
I sit on the edge of the sofa, sipping my tea, listening. You retell vivid and cruel stories: your absent parents; the…
When we were kids we’d eat and open presents late, when you returned from a shift at the hospital; then turn…
We peer anxiously through the crack in your door: unwanted carol singers. You have made a fortress of your memories, happy photographs…
Reaching the top of the hill, gasping, red-cheeked, for air, the runner stops to perch delicately…