Sitting on the kitchen floor, I stare at a keyring as though it belongs to someone else. Yesterday, that
Frank, are you hearing yourself? So Im supposed to go round pregnant in my forties to atone for your
Jamie, do you even hear yourself? You think I should go through pregnancy at forty just to patch up your
I dated a woman named Sophie, she was thirty. Im forty-two. At first, I figured age was hardly important.
Someone Else’s Dress
Back then, on our street, just three houses down from the GP surgery, lived Ho…
There was a time on our little street, just a few houses down from the surgery, when Margaret lived there.
“Go on then, head back to your village,” said her husband sharply, not turning to look at her.
Why don’t you just go back to your village, Robert said irritably, never turning to face her.
Two years ago, she moved in with me, and our home has marched to her steady beat ever since.