Save Me

I sit in the café waiting, waiting. I didn’t know he’d keep me waiting. Wasn’t that funny? Never thought he was the type. Seemed he was. Didn’t he know you can become addicted to people? I’m at the withdrawal stage now. I need my hit. The waitress asks again if I’m ready to order, I…

Lost Souls

Every Saturday he would be there, as accurate as ever, precisely two minutes before eleven.  He was more reliable than the trains.  I’d sit, to the left of the steps leading up to Queen Street Station, knees bent up, hands stuffed in pockets, trying to figure out why he fascinated me so much. As usual…

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror – a short story Martha is a controlling bitch. Unfortunately I only realised this after the tenth week, and by then she had bought me a gift. For my birthday.   ‘You’ll get it on Saturday.’ Martha says while smoothing down her hair in front of the mirror.   ‘Ah, about that…’ I…

Air

Air – a short story I have this thing, this strange thing that happens to me. I only discovered it a year ago when I was fifteen and have never told anyone. No-one would believe me anyway.   It starts the same way each time. I close my eyes and stay very still. After a…