Wh n sh  tr  d typ ng  t cam  out all wrong.  H  adm tt d h ’d sp lt coff   on th  k yboard.

 

He’d responded well.  Sat up drinking tea.  Never thought he’d go so fast.  Back at teatime and they’d stripped the bed.

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And what particularly attracted you to this university?  The distance,  she told them, they won’t expect me back at weekends.

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A new moon, a slice of hope, a wink, a smile in the summer blue night.  He gazed at it fondly and collided with the lamppost.

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Never meant this to happen.  Only wanted a moment’s peace.  A cessation in hostilities.  Christmas ceasefire.  But now you lay among the Yorkshire pudding tins and scattered peas, Dad’s old carving knife sticking out.  And I’m not sure whether to put the Queen’s speech on.  You’d hate to miss it.

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You are what you eat.  And Denny was all hamburger.  Round, meaty and promising far more than he ever delivered.

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Are you driven, he asked her intently.  Only when I go by taxi, she said.

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What she missed most was the smell of him: wood and oil.  And the mess he made.  She’d go and sit in the shed and breathe him in.

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She gave up on the opera even when they could get a sitter.  The high notes made her milk let down.  Ruined her frock.

He was a looker.  Nice.  Made her laugh.  Then he said it.  Three words.  I don’t dance.  Killed it stone dead.

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