We meet at a place called the Fox and Anchor in Barbican. It’s not far from Jenna’s (and formerly my) gym, and she comes with her bag and trainers. She is sitting in front of a morose glass of red wine, and that’s kind of sweet from her.
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“You want to come?” It’s the sudden question Lennard posits me while chopping some leek.
“I… where?” I take time, even if I’ve understood what he means.
“To the new year’s party. Unless you have other plans” Zeke intromits. Bastard.
“I think…”
Lennard is looking at me. He knows I don’t have other plans.
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She scoured her whole denim dress, to understand where the unbearable itching was coming from.
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Theresa thought she had no time for that, so she just smiled.
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I was alone; yet safe.
That’s what I thought until the noise of something moving in the bushes reached my ears.
Someone, as I detected cadenced footsteps.(Excerpt from a soon to be published short story)
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She opened her mouth but then decided to say, “It’s okay for me”.
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The welkin rang…
and rang, and rang,
But she did not pick up the phone
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His inwardness exasperated her, his disorganization made her vent in hours-long phone calls while the listener stirred on a chicken soup – i.e., her mother living in Long Island.
But every time she heard him sliding under the duvet at night, trying not to wake her up even if he still smelled like walnuts and pecans, she knew there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
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It had never occurred to her before.
She watched her father carelessly polish the buttery crab meat from the corners of his mouth – 40% of which had remained in the shells, the wine he would try and pour in his glass only to notice it was closed and thus beckoning the assistance of Amelia just to uncork the bottle.
Her father kept moving with the same pattern she’d seen every dinner time despite the words of the magistrate, whose baritone voice much resembled her father’s:
“You should have accepted that” – to that her father kept on gulping wine and seafood, but with the trepidation, now she noticed, of someone consuming his last supper. -
Her mother smacked her hand still holding the seared sea scallop. This returned into the plate violently, splashing the key lime vinaigrette onto her white blouse.
“Mom!” she protested.
“I told you to use a knife and fork” her mother uttered while skewering a fish morsel with a prong.
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