The Sea Thief
She was 43 when she became a hardened criminal in the eyes of her two boys, on a hot, still night, in the middle of a Great British heatwave. It had been too hot since their holiday started, and she was sick of Derick telling her that soon it would break as if the weather were a glass tank and they were trapped inside of it. Perhaps, if they had been trapped there alone things would have turned out differently, but with Owen and Jake there too she felt that there was no air left to breathe. Mummy I want, Mummy I need… and then they would be running off to play with Daddy who was cooler and funnier and more interesting than she could ever hope to be.
A Bit of What You Fancy
I am an almost-adult — I have a job and several longterm pot plants, if not a flat or a boyfriend — and yet when I saw Joe Hardy again I felt like a nervous teen. My god, I told myself, you’ve got a Masters degree and a thriving Peace Lily, you should be able to get a grip. I knew that the right thing to do was go and comfort him, but I was too proud. Instead, I moved only to push aside my Grandma’s white, net curtains, spying on him like some ageing member of the Neighbourhood Watch.
- Third Place in Little Black Book Challenge
For The Things You Want To Remember
I was eating a ham sandwich when my neighbour called round. A hint of concern accompanied the newspaper he brought me like an unwanted side of salad. Served with salad or with sympathy? I don’t know which is worse. We didn’t need either of them in my day: sausages and a stiff upper lip that’s what this country used to run on.