A good life

Sometimes I’m sure that my cat thanks me. He is so dark that when he’s in shadow, all I can see are his eyes, and I know from the way he looks at me, then rests his eyelids, that he is thanking me for the life he now has. He was a stud cat for…

And so

I’ve written a story about a man who likes to talk to a woman on the telephone. He knows that she’s in love with him, and he’s determined that he isn’t in love with her; only he likes to have her there. He makes contact with her, and he always picks up when she calls….

What is love?

Recently, I’ve been thinking about love. My husband and I went to a wedding. ‘One of the last of the original,’ I said at the reception after a little too much champagne. ‘Next it will be second marriages.’ But the April sun shone down on us with its spring promise. We settled in our pew,…

Opposites attract

Two women sit beside each other in the Hackney Picture House bar. It’s Friday night and they’re on a first date. They were set-up by a friend who knows little about how best to match people, as they appear to come from different worlds. There’s Kate, whose clothes and mannerisms resemble that of a man…

Valentine’s Day letter

It’s Valentine’s Day and I feel like writing a letter to a younger version of myself, zooming back 25 years. I saw her on the tube the other day, a girl of about 14, shy and mute in among her boyfriend’s friends. She’s dressed in Jeggings and a Puffa gilet, a pair of plimsolls, and…