When she walked back inside, she was still breathless and a little heated from manhandling the barrel. Salty perspiration beaded her upper lip.Murphy was sitting at the bar again, this time leaning on the wooden counter and talking to Buddy. He held his broad back tense and straight, like he was ...
It's as if the world becomes a pretty backdrop made just for us, and the surrounding people are simply a cast of extras. For the past week, I've spent the days waiting until I can see him again, and the nights in his bed. On Monday, Callum catches me as I'm walking to a me...
Maybe not in volume, or decibels, or however you choose to quantify it, but in meaning and intent, Simon’s muteness is deafening. He hasn’t mentioned missing our appointment, or asked me how I got on. Over the past month since then, he’s stopped making any attempt at pleasantries or conversation....
She’d been sitting in Tom’s garden, watching him lose his wrestling match with his shiny gas barbecue, and trying not to giggle, when she first noticed the tiny kick. It felt a little like indigestion, though she hadn’t eaten anything, despite her overwhelming hunger. Her friend Natalie had taken...