Mopsy and Flopsy

Good rabbit, bad rabbit

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.

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