Excessive Amounts of Baby Oil

‘Well…’ Now, isn’t this cosy? Just the two of us… well, apart from… y’know. ‘I’m a bit nervous.’ There’s no need for that, we are friends, after all, aren’t we? ‘Well…’ Can’t you say something a bit more interesting than just well, all the time? ‘You created me this way.’ I know, but I thoughtContinue reading “Excessive Amounts of Baby Oil”

The World in her Hands

She held the small blue green sphere in the open palm of her hand. It didn’t quite rest on her palm, but floated above it, revolving slowly. ‘What is it?’ I bent to peer down at it. ‘It is the world… this world.’ I looked up, around at her bedroom. ‘Seriously? Come on.’ Shenta lookedContinue reading “The World in her Hands”

It’s a Job

Sometimes there are too many alternatives, too many ways to go. Possibilities multiply upon themselves with each potential choice. Sometimes there is no best alternative and it is a choice between the least worst options. Sometimes it happens that the choice offered is really no choice at all. Rella knew all this, and still sheContinue reading “It’s a Job”

How a Story Began

Think of this. Think of a moment that turns the day from one direction into another, thereby changing everything. A way of taking time, moving it from what could be to what might be. We all have those moments when our days change, sometimes in ways we do not notice at the time. We goContinue reading “How a Story Began”

Sex Magyck

‘Where do you want it?’ Zena said. ‘What?’ Grent was distracted. This was always an awkward part of the course with his male students, but with a female… a young and very attractive woman, well…. ‘All this stuff, where shall I put it?’ It was only then Grent noticed Zena was holding a box ofContinue reading “Sex Magyck”

I Can’t Remember Her Name

I thought I’d forgotten her. I didn’t think about her for days, not about the way she stretched first thing in the morning as though the day couldn’t start without her. I didn’t think of the way she’d laugh at herself when she did something wrong, or forgot why she’d come into the room. IContinue reading “I Can’t Remember Her Name”

The Fiction Writer

‘What is going on?’ I don’t know. ‘You ought to. You are the writer.’ No, I’m not. ‘What? What do you mean?’ I mean what I said. I’m not the writer. ‘Are you sure?’ Of course, I’m sure. I’m as fictional as you are. ‘I don’t believe that.’ I’ll prove it. ‘How?’ Give me aContinue reading “The Fiction Writer”

On the Run

When time almost feels solid, as though it’s possible to heap up each second into a pile of minutes until those minutes become hours and those hours turn into days. Each second of our time together seemed special, precious. I wanted each of those seconds to be some shining jewel of a moment I couldContinue reading “On the Run”

Sometimes Forgetting is Easy

Sometimes forgetting is easy. At least that is what I thought. So easy, we don’t even know we have forgotten. Other times we lie awake at night unable to forget, unable to let go. I started with the simple things, forgetting my wallet or my keys. Forgetting why I’d walked into the room. Birthdays andContinue reading “Sometimes Forgetting is Easy”

Each Hand Holds a Secret

‘Each hand holds a secret,’ I said, holding them both out to her, clasped tight. ‘Which one do you choose?’ Hemma cocked her head to one side as she faced me. ‘Do I have to choose?’ ‘Everybody has to choose, all the time. It is the choices we make that, in turn, make us whoContinue reading “Each Hand Holds a Secret”

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