extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

The night before I travelled home,  you asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. You watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that it was all booked, so I asked them if they were sure they had the correct address, and they read it back to me, but they got the name of the hotel wrong, and when I pulled the woman up on it, she said it used to … Continue reading extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

extract from Trophies, a short story

The night before I travelled home,  Sioux asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. He watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that it was all booked, so I asked them if they were sure they had the address correct, and they read it back to me, but they got the name of the hotel wrong, and when I pulled the woman up on it, she said it … Continue reading extract from Trophies, a short story

Melissa

All I wanted to do was lie in the thick late-afternoon light and watch the spider in the corner of the ceiling, and listen to the cars passing outside the window, and drift in and out of sleep. But of course I couldn’t. Not while Melissa was there, threatening to talk about every little thing that came to her mind. I closed my eyes again. I imagined her gone. I focussed on the quiet. It was so peaceful. I think I may have dropped off for a second, and when I opened my eyes, I thought she’d slipped away, bored … Continue reading Melissa

Blazer

I lay awkwardly with Pauline in the tall grass, the side of my face rising and falling steadily on her chest. Henry sat nearby, turned away from us. He was picking at the scab on his knee. His hair, purple-black and straggly at the nape, needed a cut. His neck was the colour of fresh cream. He’d removed his blazer, and the flesh of his back teased through the thin fabric of his white shirt. It was easy to imagine the shirt gone. I held onto Pauline, hoping she understood why I was so still, why my hands weren’t exploring … Continue reading Blazer