Feb 14, 2008 | Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
Don’t worry, he said, taking her hand. I’m not, she said, taking it back. We’ll jump off together, he assured. You’ve already jumped, she pointed out. Well that’s true. There’s a difference between free-falling and flying. Yeah, you know where you’re...
Sep 22, 2006 | Fiction, My Lies |
In advertising terms, I would always be classed as the ‘before’ rather than ‘after’, whether before cosmetic surgery, low-fat biscuits or psychotherapy. Strangely I often felt somehow more than the after though… In hindsight I think this...