Ruth Dugdall

I’ve been remanded into custody.

I ache for him.

breathing in the rancid smell of rotting waste.

She has mousy hair and grey eyes.

His voice is even

I don’t hear otherwise, I’ll see you then.”

the hassle of a man in my life.”

you were haemorrhaging.

have been through a terrible ordeal

There’s a large picture on the wall, a print of the Eiffel Tower, a place she visited on her first honeymoon. On the work surface are unwashed plates, remains of their last meal encrusted on the cutlery. I thought she was