Rain On The Window

As a guilt-ridden middle-class politics student, she needed a working-class hero, and I… well, at the time, I had nothing better to do.

the noon sun

heat

the bother

yes

15th June

It is my birthday. I am cushioned by French teenagers Rifling playing cards. It is my birthday. I know my dad will buy me chick lit And I will have to smile. It is my birthday.

23rd June

I see you careening Yellow eyed, lost and Vague through fields Studded with road racers, Neon moustaches And half delivered falafels. One-eyed witches proferring
Cherry

Leeds Station

The 'Garment Doctor' fails to spark a smile and my spleen tantrums in sloe berry explosions, popping as each departure is called. A sign for 'Emotional Engineering' is not meant for me,

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Sixteen

Three Mile Drove Chapter Sixteen
Cherry

chapter thirteen: memory lane

It had been three months and we still hadn’t exchanged any form of communication, as per the anti social behaviour order. Three months. Ok, so I had reduced the obsessive compulsive stuff.
Cherry

Heatwave

Claire had only known Petri for three months before he moved into her small top floor flat. Friends attributed her impulsiveness to the heat. It was the hottest summer in living memory.

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