Not Kevin

She is descaling a moist piece of seabass into the kitchen sink with the back of a knife. It’s his favourite, blackened bass and fresh peas. She’s much calmer now. Subdued. Crammed to bursting with emptiness, and a slight blur at the edges of everything she sees. Stomach a little queasy, nervous. Her hands are…

The Saddest Thing

It was the saddest thing in the world, held like a worthless scrap in the palm of your hand. It was all you had. Your last seconds of me, cheap and easy. It cost you dear. You ran down the platform with it in your grasp, slowing, stopping where the platform tipped into the grass…