Purple Stars

Three face, one torso, two arse and four dick pics. Our supermarket shop is complete. I leave the house with my sex in my bag for life, ready to be delivered to a complete stranger. The cul-de-sac is cold and vacant. A cloud dense and starless night hangs heavy around my body. I walk to…

We always ate our Sunday dinner on stage

We always ate our Sunday dinner on stage. Uncle would sit in first position, surrounded by miles of net, stitching on thousands of sequins in between mouthfuls of peas and over-cooked beef. His ballet hands were tired of the ointment he put on grandma’s infected leg twice a day for eight years. But he did…

On the Beach

You’ll be sitting in the same chair facing the same window you’ve been gazing out of for the past ten years when the sands of Normandy will curl between your toes again. The carer will hand you your morning pills. You won’t ask what they are, you take too many to care anymore. The carer…