random-alien

And when I said no, You said yes. That's why I left without saying goodbye and that's why I took everything I had with me except the photographs of us. Because if no doesn't mean no, I can't be sure of anything. I need to be sure of one thing. You need to give me that. I threw my phone away so when you call I won't break in half.

It was the beginning of summer; she tasted salt on her tongue, the humid air clinging to her bare legs. She had forgotten to shave them, was hoping noone noticed. A blur of champagne glasses and smiling lips and perfect teeth. Mouths moving, words escaping and drifting in the cloying air; how is Peter? Oh, he’s fine yes, the kids loved summer camp my back is fine now Aunty Mary’s coming next week wasn’t the weather terrible oh yes oh no oh yes oh no dear lord that must have been terrible yes well no well it’s all better now isn’t it yes no no no. She looked down, back in the car, taking a break from the chatter

September days. The drizzle and the puddles and you smiling to see me all muddy from jumping in the puddles. Remember when we used to do that for hours on end, remember when muddy puddles was better entertainment than the television set? Your blue wellies caked in mud and hiding behind each other when your mum came home and started pointing her finger at us in those terrifying high heels. Saying goodbye and running home to my mummy in the dark in her wonderful warm knitted jumper. School. Backpacks and gold star stickers for good spelling and soggy ham sandwiches. And that highlighter thicker than your thumb. Yellow, bright, cheerful. Th