GAZUMPED

My mind is still split on whether or not I have it in me to inflict the amount of pain I know I’m about to on an innocent party who in no way deserves what is about to go down in the next half-an-hour or so. But I look at the poster-sized photograph of me and Dave on our wedding day hanging above the mantlepiece, through eyes that have shed their last tear over the decline of my mostly happy twenty-eight-year marriage. Those tears happened the whole time I was debating whether or not to go through with this conversation. The conclusion is yes, but I’m still fighting the urge to flee. Dave is going to be devastated. Read More …

LOVE ACTUALLY: A CONTINUATION FOR JULIET, PETER AND MARK

JULIET SIGHED WHILE turning her head to look at the sleeping form of her husband.  He was snoring. Again. She was okay if she fell asleep before Peter but on those nights when sleep took its time before claiming her his snoring kept her awake. It was always worse when he slept on his back so she gave him a soft kiss on the shoulder before giving him a gentle shove, urging him to roll on to his side. With a grunt he did and his snores morphed from foghorn to soft rumble. Juliet closed her eyes and rolled on to her back, but it was pointless; she was wide awake. Read More …

BITCH SLAPPED

Damn the police!

What did they expect? A full physical description? My attacker was female, mid-thirties… probably. She wore a hat and dark glasses. You try guessing age behind those two things. That description was the best I could do. Read More …