I wobbled down the street beside them. My feet dragging. Belly shaking to and fro. I'd always been this way. Apart from when I was younger. I still had the photograph of myself at five years old, wearing a light t-shirt and shorts on holiday somewhere in Spain. Is it possible to be jealous of oneself? I was so tiny then. So thin. A distance memory. Something I must strive for. Something outside my...

This was getting ridiculous. It’s been happening more often. More than I can count. How long had it been now? Years at least. It was useful at times, but now I just wanted it over with. Usually only lasted a couple of minutes, that was a blessing.

I was involved in a conversation, so I couldn’t move away. Maybe a sip of my drink would be permitted, but better not chance. I’d walked away from someo...

“It’s like whatever I do... you just don’t listen!”

He stormed towards the kitchen.

Clattering. Smashing. The hiss of a can.

“What am I meant to do! How can I explain myself!”

I grabbed the remote.

Silence.

He stumbled through, handing the can to me.

I sipped at it.

He fell into my arms.

Silent. Quiet.

We kept watching the tv.

I’ll deal with it tomorrow....

It seems

When growing

You must always be strong

I didn’t shed a tear

When you left

Cause that’s not how it should be

I was raised strong

To never betray an emotion

To never show fragility

To never show anything

So when you left

I guess that hurt

But at best it is a guess

Cause sometimes I look

In a mirror

And wish I’d never grown strong

I wish I’d grown fragile...

They played back the scene.

At one point, when she had stabbed him six times already, a herd of llamas appeared beside the bed.

They grazed softly on the grass that sprouted from the man’s disfigured face.

They’d use that, no doubt, in her defence....

The realisation that she hadn’t gotten away with it happened when she saw the Scooby-Doo Mystery Van pull up to her drive.

Milo and Dean piled out the back, ripping away the Daphne and Velma masks. They lifted Token out the back, who was covered in blood and looked towards the sky, muttering prayers.

They brought him into the kitchen, laying him down on the tiles. He gasped and spluttered. Blood s...

What’s the point of being able to speak

If no one else can understand the words

I guess the vibrations of my voice might be

comforting

or

soothing

or

frightening

I could shout and have you jump

Or whisper and have you draw near

Your curiosity wanting to know

Of all the tiny vibrations that can tell a thousand stories that have yet to happen...

It was late one night. Raining. Cold. I was five. My parents said everything was going to be fine. Parents lie.

That must have been the first time I came across the concept of lying. I guess in this case it was a white lie.

It’s going to fine.

They kept repeating it. Over and over. Till it became a meaningless slogan. An echo with no emotion.

Father packed his bags over the next couple of day...

What ever happened to our love?

To feel so close to someone

Who now resembles a passing stranger

Your friends send messages

under the guise of affection

I see them only as declarations

Of an ever fading hope

That we will never return to what once was

The passion we shared

The tender moments shaped together

Are hidden by the anger

The upset

Of all that has happened

That same tenderness is a fle...

“Do you not have anything stronger?”

“It’s a coffee shop, what do you expect?”

“I don’t know, you must have a bottle hidden somewhere.”

“I’m off it.”

“So you must have something hidden then.”

He disappeared into the back for a couple of minutes, reappearing with a half bottle of wine and a nip of rum.

She rolled her eyes, popped the cork and poured to the brim of the cup. The cup rattled as it hit...