PLACE:

Wood is well polished when beer is daily spilled. Our heads are close together; not discussing sport, but string theory. No splinters from the wood to interrupt musings on clouds of consciousness. Peanuts are nourishment, and abstractions of nuclear bonds. We’re well polished, beer being spilled; time for pub physics.

You can see her depression in the broken polystyrene outside the bedroom door. His is in the picture of friends, replaced by an empty whiteboard. No piano or writing desk: ours is in what is missing. Our kitchen, though, is all steam on cold glass. The table sits four, six with empty bottles too. We four each have a glass and none of them match. ( Read more... )

Match Made in HeavenShe was a flamenco dancer, him an accountant: a match made in heaven. When he first saw her move he knew he had to change, leave his job and old life behind. The time, it seemed, was ripe. Nothing could stop them - they would see the world together, he decided. And she agreed. Thanks to this beautiful woman, he finally had his ( Read more... )

The DepartureHe had left; she had a temper tantrum on the living room floor. Twenty five and satirical, the departure had hit her hard; she’d never been one for expressing herself healthily. In particular, she didn’t mean it when she cursed the day they had met. Still, most of her anger turned to sadness when she started looking to decide on music ( Read more... )

( Poetry, of the dressing made from brains kind. )

( References to... er, the madness that was September 2000 --> July 2001. )

What is happy? ( Is it...? )

Quietly, a pair of eyes glance up, and down ( Read more... )

( Chapter 5. Inspired. Introducing: )

( Chapter 4. Done in odd circumstances. (Spot the character abduction.) )