“Have you seen my medicine?” she said.
He hadn’t. He said no.
“Well I haven’t packed it yet.”
“I’ve not seen it, love.”
He sat down on the settee and waited while she looked. The bags were by the door.
“I’ve seen it somewhere.”
He lit a cigarette and watched her bluster around looking. When…
101 things in the queue. 4 per day. See you in a few weeks suckers. Get ready for the new stuff. And probably some photos of Spain. Out.
Hey remember those books I put together? You should go buy yourself one. Because they’re not expensive and you probably deserve it. And then make a nice pot of tea, or coffee, or a big vase full of ice and fruity booze and find somewhere to be alone for an hour and just read and drink and pause occasionally to feel the wind moving in, or sun warming the air, or some kind of unsayable abstract and deep-seated human communion. And then leave me a review please, because I’m dying over here.
rain (england) // lady jane