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Earphones dangling, blank-staring, cuticle-cleaning, heal-tapping. Phone button-depressing.
All with a life of their own.
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Watering – Part II
There is a plant on the kitchen window sill that he waters every night. It’s only small – it’s still in the original flimsy plastic pot – and he keeps it in a little ceramic bowl. But he waters it every night, pouring water into the plant’s centre until the water rises up out of [...]
Watering the plants
He pulls the sliding door across and steps out onto the balcony. His bare feet are warm on the tiled floor. He puts his hands on his hips. This bloody summer sun – his girls have been fried. He picks up the two plastic bottles he keeps by the door and takes them inside. At [...]
The traitor
My hair was a few months long and only needed a trim, but I hadn’t been back here for at least six months. I only realised this, of course, when I saw the barber’s face. He looked near me for a moment, beyond me, then bunched up the cloak and used it to brush down [...]
Absolutely
She turned away from me, like it was her failing, while I lay on my back. It was also me who got up first, collecting my singlet and briefs from the floor on my way to the bathroom. The light, the room’s whiteness, was merciless as ever.
When I returned, she was gone, clattering around with [...]