I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

An hour open, the coffee shop draws the tired and cold, a lonely mecca visited for moments by most of its followers. It has no drive-in; I p...

I leave before anyone else wakes up. In my head, this is me: one of the night people, as they slip away at dawn into secret places, pull cur...

We sleep in separate beds. On the tv, it's a sign of wealth. "Never have so few owed so much to so many," a voice says over ...

The dog doesn't wag her tail when I open the door, and all I feel is relief: if she'd barked, growled, treated me as a stranger -- b...

I've stopped buying coffee at the shop; the staff all know me now and I don't want to be a regular, a friendly face.  It's stig...

People have entertainment budgets; I have 'discretionary spending'. The USA spends it on wars; I buy coffee at the one local place. ...

Somehow, I am here when she arrives. Not every day -- the world is too messy for that, but sometimes. She keeps her phone off now, watch gri...

She puts the phone away, studies her watch, face set in hard lines and then studies the door and windows, eyes narrowing. Her lower lip trem...

She has been staring at her cell phone for over half an hour, her tea cold water filled with flecks of colour, lips pressed together. I wi...