So George was dead. How she had loved him! She had fallen in love with him from the first moment they met. She had looked into his eyes and was seriously smitten. There was no going back and she knew it. They just fitted together, two peas in a pod, meant for each other. It was like destiny had determined their meeting. She had not intended going to the centre that day, but somehow found herself there, and as they say – the rest is history. They were rarely apart. Where you saw one you saw the other. If she was ever on her own people asked “how’s George - not with you today?” – almost surprised that she would be without him. She had wondered if the love affair would dwindle but it seemed to only grow. She missed him when apart or if she went on holidays - as flying was not for him, thereby she settled for staycations where they could be together.Read More
Imagine it is 2003 and you’ve just got a job. A good job, a job you want. It pays well and has a good social life attached to it. A year in you decide to move out of the damp, crumbling flat you’ve called home for the past four years. You start looking on Daft under house share. You can afford some of the nicer places.Read More
"Why have you forsaken me?"
To be without. Abandoned. Deserted. Is that the climax of all worldly suffering? Was he enduring these feelings for the first time because he was, for the first time, cast aside, rejected? His first taste of the intolerable? Had everything, up until now, been nothing but a pleasant stroll in the park?Read More