Rebeccas
The first Rebecca I knew was skinny and had long blonde hair. I loved her, but I was only eight. Continue reading
The first Rebecca I knew was skinny and had long blonde hair. I loved her, but I was only eight. Continue reading
I lie down flat on my back on my side of the bed, my hands crossed on my chest like Continue reading
I kissed her. Or no, actually, she kissed me – that’s the more truthful way of putting it – and Continue reading
We all cheated in the test, so he lined us all up against this wall outside the classroom like he Continue reading
I was walking home from the cafe where I worked when these kids came up to me and asked me for Continue reading
I felt fine, I wasn’t nervous or anything – I didn’t want the job, though I needed the money – Continue reading
I was in the airport and it was busy and I couldn’t find a seat, so I said to this Continue reading
I remember I thought that because I’d got off with Laura and he’d got off with Claire, and Laura and Continue reading
A policeman, or a man dressed like one, stops me on the way to the shop and says, “Can I Continue reading
I read this article about a guy who tried to kill himself with a bullet and a frying pan, and Continue reading
I write this on my blog: There’s this guy at work. I hate him. He’s lazy. He’s obese. He takes credit Continue reading
I remember I was feeling pretty proud of myself because I’d gone to the campsite shop alone and asked for, Continue reading
All Jen said was that we found it really difficult getting out of bed when we were on holiday, we Continue reading
It was before German or geography, something beginning with G anyway, probably German, as it was a noisier class than Continue reading
I watched a movie last night. It was one of those shitty musical biopics where the singer starts with nothing, Continue reading
I smiled at the receptionist; she didn’t smile back. When I passed her later, she beamed; I gave her nothing Continue reading