The girl looked at the photograph. It was taken a long time ago, and if you looked at it really closely, after a long time, you could see that it was of her. She was wearing a bridesmaid’s dress and a tiara, and although someone had put makeup on her, it was clear that was … Read More
I was brought up by my sister, Kathy. Our parents died in an accident not long after I was born, and I became her ward. Kathy was still a teenager then. To this day, I don’t fully understand why she was landed with me, and I probably never will. The whole thing is shrouded in … Read More
I can’t talk to my best friend any more. He took too many drugs, and they made him stupid. I never thought it would happen, but somewhere along the line it has, and now he’s somebody else, someone I don’t know. If I knew exactly when it happened, I’d like to think that I would … Read More
As a child, I remember garden parties; rich children in expensive clothes, their mothers choked in perfume talking about lunches and tans – all the pretty faces – and I, being poor, felt alone somehow, conscious that I was not like them. But I remember, as well, the children from my block on my road, … Read More