I had intended to buy Alphabetti Spaghetti, but, on impulse, chose hoops instead. It’s good to keep an open mind,
I could not solve the puzzle of me.
He wasn’t using a knife, but held a fork in his right hand like a child or an American.
Realized that such small gestures – the way his mother had made me a cup of tea after our meal without asking, remembering that I didn’t take sugar, the way Laura had placed two little biscuits on the...
The moment hung in time like a drop of honey from a spoon, heavy, golden.
She had tried to steer me towards vertiginous heels again - why are these people so incredibly keen on crippling their female customers? I began to wonder if cobblers and chiropractors had established...
Mummy told me, years ago, that men go absolutely crazy for sausage rolls. The way to a man’s heart, she said, is a homemade sausage roll,
I feel sorry for beautiful people. Beauty, from the moment you possess it, is already slipping away, ephemeral. That must be difficult.
Everything was there, obvious to us both, but it all remained unsaid.
Everything about this was true, even
El tiempo solo sirve para limar el dolor de la pérdida, pero no lo borra del todo.
Comprendí que no suelo prestar atención a lo que me rodea. Era como el paseo de esa mañana [...]: cuando te tomas un momento para ver lo que te rodea, fijarte en las cosas pequeñas, te sientes más… li...
At the office, there was that palpable sense of Friday joy, everyone colluding with the lie that somehow the weekend would be amazing and that, next week, work would be different, better. They never l...
After the shampoo was rinsed away, the girl performed a ‘shiatsu head massage’. I have never known such bliss. She kneaded my scalp with firm tenderness and precision, and I felt the hairs stand up on...
Nebulous and milky, like light from an old, old star.
And I’d lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock.
Well, there was a man that I took a bit of a liking to, a little crush, you might say, and I got slightly carried away, and then I realized that, actually, I’d been a bit silly. We weren’t going to be...
There is no such thing as hell, of course, but if there was, then the sound track to the screaming, the pitchfork action and the infernal wailing of damned souls would be a looped medley of show tunes...
Their laughter seemed to have turned into low whispering now. It never ceases to amaze me, the things they find interesting, amusing or unusual. I can only assume they've led very sheltered lives.
The barman was well over six feet tall and had created strange, enormous holes in his earlobes by inserting little black plastic circles in order to push back the skin. For some reason, I was reminded...