Sophie shakes her head and says, No, something simpler we can scribble on walls fast and without the alarms the white rose’d sound. She’s right – again – but before I get a chance to throw a tantrum, a brainwave strikes.
How ‘bout a daisy, then?
(Yes, this is the second time I used this line in a title.)
the triple life-size oil portrait
of himself behind his desk –
you know all you need about him already
Mary’s tried to tell the joke which, last night,
had her snort vodka and orange with laughter;
either she got it wrong or it isn’t actually all that funny.
cheesecake aroma
summons the
spirit of my gran
(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompts is food, this week’s WP Discover challenge is about memory – I combined them in a bowl and this is the result…)
I soak up the tears so your pillow won’t get wet. Every night you say you won’t fall asleep; you always do. Because I’m here to restore some of the comfort the muffled voices drifting up from downstairs have taken from you.
I don’t understand the words. I don’t need to. I know they make you scared and my job is to make you feel safe and secure. The louder they shout, the more you need me.
You rescued me when they wanted to throw me out. I may look old and threadbare, but you know what I’m capable of.
from where we’re at
the edge of reason seems
like paradise
Befriending Amy has become easier since they’ve started running by the canal.
‘Things keep getting crazier. Funding cuts, homegrown terrorists, …’
Amy pauses. Gwen has an idea what’s next. For someone who’s fearless, she feels unexpectedly tense.
‘And now we have a vigilante. Heard about her?’
Is it a trick question?
‘How do you know she’s a woman?’
‘Something a low-lives she stopped said.’
‘Is she a big problem?’
‘She’s helping, actually. Don’t tell anyone I said that. The official line is to condemn her actions.’
Gwen smiles. It’s too early yet, but when the time comes, Amy’ll pick her side.
***
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They click from the get-go. He says all the right things, he’s good-looking. It’s logical to see if their online chemistry translates.
~~~
‘Careful with the mousse.’
His voice has gone squeaky. She should tell him she’ll say yes.
~~~
‘You have such a charmed life,’ her sister says at their silver wedding anniversary.
~~~
Their first serious argument comes over where to retire to: Spain or France. Both stand their ground until he admits France is better.
~~~
At his funeral, a shrivelled man with hair standing up in hornlike tufts gives her a cheery wave. Her charmed life comes at a price.
***
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