May 12, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Malibu I’d gone out on dates before. Nothing really spectacular ever happened. One girl had been a nun when she was younger. I liked her, but she was always talking about herself. It was like she was waiting for something in my face to light up, and nothing ever did....
Mar 26, 2017 | Fiction, Poetry |
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
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...
