Sarah saw Pri in the reflection in the window. She didn’t want to talk to anyone — this was her break. Time to herself. Time to relax after furiously catching up with emails, and before getting stuck into whatever primary… Continue Reading
I leave a trail of anonymous messages behind me everywhere I go. Nothing too obvious. I do not write on toilet cubicle walls in Sharpie or spray-paint back alleys at night, I don’t tag shop fronts or scratch my name… Continue Reading
The meeting is at 9:30 AM. A meeting scheduled for first thing is always a bad sign. Get it done, manage the fall-out, move on for the day. I’ve scheduled so many myself. I think of all the coaching I’ve… Continue Reading
Annalise (avoids her problems and) is perfectly fine. She has a(n un)fulfilling job (that doesn’t use her degree). She works hard (because she can’t make it more than two weeks without a paycheck), arrives early (because her anxiety wakes her… Continue Reading
One early Monday morning in August, the air was already shimmering when Charlie came into work. He inhaled broiling asphalt and rubber, with a hint of smoke. Blinding rays glinted off rows of windshields. He rolled up his sleeves and… Continue Reading
He painted her a picture. He showed it to her one Tuesday, after she got off work. He had been working on it for a while and finally decided it was finished. He knew he was done with the painting,… Continue Reading
Are you okay?” Katy’s question was pitched so none of their fellow accountants could hear. “There’ve been no literary quotes for days, and you haven’t been correcting my grammar.” She pinned Henry with grey eyes that seemed to see more… Continue Reading
“Learn to do something with those fat fingers, Marcia,” my mother urged. “Go to business school. Learn typing. Accounting.” My older sister, Laura, had studied piano. Impromptu recitals for family and friends the norm. “Such a talent, your sister Laura.”… Continue Reading
I hate meetings, I do. The meetings to which I am invited involve sitting around looking at charts while technicians and engineers shout numbers at one another. It sounds like an auction house for the clinically insane. “What’s the differential?”… Continue Reading
I’m going to tell on her. Like the time we were in third grade and I saw her snatch someone’s mechanical pencil and slide it into her pocket, the ones where you can twist an eraser up the back. But… Continue Reading