Therapist: What do you see, Mr Brown? Take your time. Patient: Ireland. A lake or a sea and a sandy beach. Undulating green hills as seen in Irish tourist brochures. As seen in Ireland in fact. I need the countryside,… Continue Reading
I can’t be alone tonight. Sleep is not an option with this bitterness screeching through my brain in frenzied orbit. It’s warped I know, but perhaps if we slept together one last time, basked in the happy hormone after-chill, got… Continue Reading
She hated him. Granny’s favourite. He’d pushed her and hurt her, and she’d said something nasty to him and repeated it several times. Her grandmother had put her hand over her mouth, spoken about soap and water and vile language… Continue Reading