The fleece Mark was wearing was something I would’ve bought from Camden Lock market when I was 12. Its garish yellow and blue flowers felt luminescent against the grey sky that was raining, hard and even the dogs wearing strange, green glow stick-like collars, looked normal in comparison. I hated the fact I was soContinue reading “Flip of the Script”
Christmas fills me with a sense of dread. Nothing to do with the commerciality of it; I love that shit… the chai lattes, the films, the music, the ornaments. No, it’s not that. It’s the fact that for the first time of the year, my mother and father and I will be together, all coopedContinue reading “The Snow Globe”
I had been on two dates with a guy. Turns out, they had never been dates at all.
Last summer I was in Paris. My friend and I had a night we’ll never forget.
The bar in Pigalle
had dark blue walls dotted with small silver sequins.
For a second it made me feel I was at the planetarium but
then I remembered we were at a bar.
Jess and I were the only ones in there, apart from the bartender-
a Mr.Tumnus looking geezer, who maintained a strict:
“No! No drinks aohht-seed!”
policy with us, which was especially jarring considering it was a cruel 34c.