I could win a family break in Fuerteventura. I could learn to fear the future if the break-up comes. I could unzip some synapses with some snappy sudoku – or I could just write down the words that other people are saying.
I only called him to say goodbye –
She was locked in the cubicle. She was angry –
If it happens again, I’m not leaving –
If the knife lands on its blade, you’re in trouble. Or on your foot –
Turn it down.
Take it off.
Check it in.
Wipe it up.
But the winter break in Fuerteventura looks very attractive. Especially if I get a family to go with.