From the top floor of the car park, Ali could almost see the club where she had got the good stuff. Would the sun rise tomorrow?
Daddy lay still, the only sound the hiss of the ventilator. Jonny screamed when his new uncle blew up his birthday balloons.
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no….
No you haven’t. I am Thunderwind.
But that don’t scan.
Thunderwind. Say my name.
Between your mouth and my ear your words are translated. I love you, I love you, I do, you say. I don’t care about the others.
The tattoo on my chest doesn’t look like you. I should have used a photo instead of a memory. And not done it in the mirror.
We swam to the island together. The wind got up, and the waves. The next morning his father rowed out. I never saw him again.
His fingers snapped – nothing – and then his patience. He settled back in the armchair and struck the match. They would be sorry.
Young, I watched the black and white where the black and blue were shadows on night-white faces. Now, my hat is always tilted.
In a southern Spanish bar, Colin’s view is rosé tinted. And now, when Juan arrives, he dances, spins and stamps as people stare.
As we walked side by side, our fingertips brushed and a spark flew. From that moment on our relationship was no longer static.