A year in moments #18 – the beach

Giant wisps of sand blew across the beach towards the sea, disappearing into the waves. The wind swirled in gusts, like it was dancing to a tune they couldn't hear. She ran towards the edge of the sea, laughing, and he ran after her. She stopped suddenly. 'Isn't it beautiful?' She said, the wind blowing … Continue reading A year in moments #18 – the beach

A year in moments #12 – first date with The Poet

Continued from Meeting The Poet... It was 3 months exactly since we first met, this time Friday 13th December. There were only two Fri 13ths in 2019, and we'd met on both, neither of which were planned. We were supposed to have met the Wednesday before, but I'd pushed it back to Friday because I … Continue reading A year in moments #12 – first date with The Poet

A year in moments #9 – the story based on a poem

He laid awake, looking to his left. The light was just starting to peek through the curtains. She was facing away from him, sleeping. He watched her shoulder and the curve of her back, just exposed by the covers. She gently turned over to him, her eyelids giving away that she wasn’t yet awake. He … Continue reading A year in moments #9 – the story based on a poem

A year in people #99 – my ex-husband

I forgive you. The words were loud and clear in my head, and it caught me by surprise. Almost involuntary, it felt like they had come out of nowhere. But the words were unmistakable. I forgive you. I was sat on a stool, leant back against the cool side of the building looking out into … Continue reading A year in people #99 – my ex-husband

A year in people #90 – Mum

"Do you fancy a day out Mum? Just the two of us? Let's go do something." She looked suspicious; it wasn't something we often did. "Maybe a walk around Clumber Park?" I picked her up in the car, and as I drove I chattered away about nothing but I had a knot in my stomach. … Continue reading A year in people #90 – Mum

A year in people #86 – the person who wasn’t there

I met my ex-husband when I was 17 years old and went straight from living with my parents to moving in with him a few years later (I never went to university or lived with friends). Fast forward 13 years and a bit years to a few months after we separated, and I had to … Continue reading A year in people #86 – the person who wasn’t there

A year in people #78(2) – A

Continued from Part One... We'd started messaging each other while I was away abroad for a year. At first it was just general chit chat about work (we used to work together) and where I'd been, then gradually it got deeper and more personal. He was having relationship issues and I became someone for him … Continue reading A year in people #78(2) – A

A year in people #78(1) – A

"Can I take you on a proper date?" "What do you mean?" "You know, a proper date, where I come and pick you up and take you out for dinner." "Ohhhh. YES! Shall I wear a dress?" He laughed. "You can wear whatever you like." He pulled up outside my friend's house where I was … Continue reading A year in people #78(1) – A

A year in people #66 – the project manager

"Where the hell are my clothes?" I thought to myself. I woke up, my head pounding. I opened one eye, and promptly shut it again. Ouch. Uh-oh. That familiar feeling as you realise you're hungover and you start to piece together what happened before you fell asleep. There was a pub. Drinks. Work colleagues. Definitely … Continue reading A year in people #66 – the project manager