I always sit on the same seat when I get on the 79 bus. I can’t believe how busy it is and that someone else is sitting in my seat. This overweight blonde woman who looks as if she is in a bit of a panic and I wonder if she has a problem. Maybe… Read More Number 79 bus
He was given his first guitar when he was four years old. It was green, plastic, with no strings; still it obsessed him. It played tunes when buttons were pressed but it was limited. Guitar lessons started age eight, after his father bought him a ‘grown up’ guitar, and his teacher taught him to play… Read More A lifetime of guitar tunes
The room is silent. She is thinking about what to say and how to justify the last ten years of living a lie. Twenty four hours ago we were fairly happy. Sex two or three times a week, pizza night on Tuesday, date night every two weeks and game night once a month with friends.… Read More Living a lie
Jenny was young and easily influenced by what people may say about the things she did and the way she dressed. She often wondered why she never fit in and her brothers teased her about not being normal, un-normal they called her, because of the way she behaved. They reminded her that not being normal… Read More The un-normal ones
‘I had an experience of real self-love this morning.’ I’m on the phone, as usual, talking with my best friend Gina. ‘Really?’ she asks half listening. ‘Yeah, I was standing in front of the mirror naked and I bent over to pick up my bra after dropping it. I looked round and caught site of… Read More Self-love is behind you
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