At sunrise she flees like Cinderella from the ball, skin mottling, eyes dulling.
She lost a shoe once in her rush.
Not a glass slipper.
An orthopaedic one. #vss365
“Great night. When shall we do it again?”
He ignored it. Best way to deal with needy women.
Turning to the mirror, he gasped. His reflection was fading like smoke.
His phone beeped again. “Oh, and I always #ghost people too. Soz.” #vss365
I ordered it, inhaled, and it all came flooding back.
Bros. Roller boots. Shell suits…
…And the #pain of bullying.
The scent will fade. But those old taunting voices? I’m scared they won’t. #vss365
This house inhales arguments and exhales laughter.
It’s archiving us, quietly collecting the fragments we don’t realize we’ve shed, building a #soul from scratch.
#vss365
Each one kills me a little bit more, I know that. My books fill an entire shelf now.
But I will live on forever between their pages.
If you’re lucky, I might pull you in, too… #vss365
I rolled my eyes but played along.
Afterwards, I ran up & kissed him.
“Sorry. Sneaky old shadow!” I laughed.
“That was all *you*,” a voice echoed. #vss365
They’re meant to #soothe, but they never do.
Probably because Nanna’s been dead a while. #vss365
She’s long since passed. But sometimes I still hear it. That rhythmic #thrum of hooves. A warning.
And I run. #vss365
Side effect: everything I write looks the same.
Yesterday I wrote “Sertraline 50mg” in my wife’s card, & “I love you” on a prescription.
Luckily my wife couldn’t tell.
But the pharmacist is blushing. #vss365
Side effect: everything I write looks the same.
Yesterday I wrote “Sertraline 50mg” in my wife’s card, & “I love you” on a prescription.
Luckily my wife couldn’t tell.
But the pharmacist is blushing. #vss365
In fact, I don’t recognise the face in the mirror. This woman is a stranger. Old. Scary.
My bottom lip begins to #quiver.
But hers doesn’t.
#vss365
But this time the moon sets & doesn’t rise. He steps outside into darkness, the world tilting on its axis as a tidal wave thunders towards him. #vss365
The pale sky is a hopeful blank page, the birdsong an overture. The wind slaps my face. “Pay attention. You’ll remember this day!”
Then I go home to await the email… #vss365
And we’ll say, “Thank God that was all a #ruse,” switch Baywatch on, and wonder why the rest of our lives are tinged with déjà vu. #vss365
My boyfriend goes crimson. “That wasn’t meant for you,” he stutters.
Dad coughs. “Ah, that’s a Freudian #slip.”
“How do you know?” Mum says.
“Funny story. I bought you one, but accidentally...”
Mum glares at him. “Who?” #vss365
We laugh nervously.
The manager stares.
“This resort is a sun-drenched paradise. Then you arrive & we get… what you call this?”
“ #Drizzle!” we chime.
He clicks his fingers.
“Security! Taxi for 2. To the airport.” #vss365
Now a bird flies off with it. “Time to move on?” says Ian.
It squawks at a passer-by.
Carol narrows her eyes.
Something about that walk... #vss365
Now a bird flies off with it. “Time to move on?” says Ian.
It squawks at a passer-by.
Carol narrows her eyes.
Something about that walk... #vss365
Someone somewhere has just dog-eared my debut novel.
I shiver. And again.
I sigh.
I’m grateful for the readership. Truly. But what’s wrong with a bookmark? #vss365
You see a butterfly.
I see a monster.
As it draws nearer, you smile. I run.
You call after me, “See!”
You’re right. It *is* a butterfly. Just… on a monster’s nose.
I’ll miss you & your rosy outlook... #vss365
We never pretended to like each other.
When the mourners suddenly #veer left, I look up. A spray of roses is flying back out.
I catch it.
A cackle echoes from the depths of the grave. “Unlucky!” #vss365
“Don’t relax to that,” says Mrs Patel the next day. “We’re sworn to silence after dark. That’s not us you’re hearing. It’s The Murmur.”
Night falls. And now it whispers my name. #vss365
“The spirit of this place lives on,” says the developer.
“It’s gone,” I whisper.
“Us too,” you whisper back.
“I feel it,” someone in the crowd says. #vss365
Once, I won a prize & tried to #sear the moment into my mind. But all I recall now is having a headache.
Sure enough, all the good entries have evaporated.
So my therapist tries some affirmations instead.
Her mouth’s moving but there’s no sound… #vss365
The vow-renewal speeches were #heartfelt. You could tell because they said so. They had to. Their faces couldn’t say it.
The guests looked surprised. They always did these days.
Lovely pics though! #vss365
The vow-renewal speeches were #heartfelt. You could tell because they said so. They had to. Their faces couldn’t say it.
The guests looked surprised. They always did these days.
Lovely pics though! #vss365
Now it was Carol who was #wonky.
“You should relax & read those,” said Ian from the armchair.
Carol could think of a better use for those book ends… #vss365