Waking up one morning and realising I was a fictional character in someone else’s book might have been difficult to take. But, instead, I chose to view it (or, my creator chose for me to view it) as liberation. I … Continue reading
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Everyone needs an “in”. Mine is working in an English academy. It’s a way of meeting people, I suppose. That’s how I try to view it. This particular school is run by 2 English misfits in their mid-forties. One seems … Continue reading
We meet, introduced by a drunk acquaintance who forgets both our names mid sentence. She nods in my direction by way of saying “hello”. It may have been shyness- a nervous reaction that compelled her to suck a mouthful of … Continue reading