Wrong Place Wrong Time

Some days, she supposes, are brighter than others, more memorable. Some days, even the great ones, like their wedding, fade away into history.

‘Never a right time, and then too late,’

Another person just sort of makes life feel official, doesn’t it? Even if we just have beans on toast.’

Was she a shit mother, or just a human?

This is the moment he explains, before they encroach completely with their handcuffs and their power.

There was no choice,

quick, clean stab.

the lark and she the nightingale

Jen, whose eyes shine like she’s been crying-laughing.

Jen, who said to him, on their first date, that she thought otters were dicks, that she wanted kids, too, that she’s only ever wanted to help people, whose body fits into his like it’s always been there, like it’s part of him. Jen, who says she eats too much, who kisses like she was invented only to kiss him.

he says.

‘I like them with you.’