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Her taut limbs draw the length of her body through the water and she fills the pool - as if nothing else would fit in there with her. Her strokes extend to the width, her approach and departure renders each end unavailable. It’s all hers.
She never notices me watching her, I’m not sure she’d like it if she did – I feel like I’m stealing glances at some woman’s body; some woman who wouldn’t acknowledge me if I looked at her in the street.

I watch her grace, her smooth, controlled motion; I hear… Continue

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National Novel Writing Month - 50 000 words in 30 days. Perhaps some of us here are game? :-)

You have to take me with you, you’re stuck with me now. The flick of my hair, the flash of my eye when you gall me, the way I shift and shuffle next to you when I’m uncomfortable, the way I move when our bodies are together. You can try but you won’t forget it, just like I’m going to carry that kiss on my shoulder, that grasp in my hands and that guilt on my back all my life. all you’ve loved stays with you in your heart and that’s ok for me because I never stopped loving you, but you’d sooner b… Continue

Anti-social personality disorder. Disorder, they say, like it’s a bad thing – like not giving a shit about these worthless fucks is a bad, bad thing. Stupid, lazy, bludging, lying, whinging, worthless fucks. What’s there to be pro about? They’re just useless. I don’t need them, I need food and water and somewhere to sleep and I need peace and fucking quiet.

Always in my face, the fucks. Always talking and whining and touching – touching me like i’m some thing they can rub against, run into, hit… Continue

Phillipa doesn’t have time for it today. She’s seen it approaching like a rumbling, billowing grey mass of storm. It’s been coming in slow motion, probably for years. Phil looks at her with something like half empty sadness, half reproach – it must have been there for some time, fermenting away, all mixed up in his frothing, buzzing ideas about ageing, his dissatisfaction with his work, his middling lack of comprehension where the children are concerned. The children he seems to forget pushing f… Continue