The red trail meandered from my elbow down towards my forearm and back again. I couldn’t see the one on my back but Georgi, my girlfriend, told me it was even longer. They were both itchy as hell. We had … Read More
It’s about twenty-five metres from the top of the arch to the water. No one was quite sure what happened. He hit the water and disappeared. He was drunk at the time. Everyone was drunk. It was the annual university … Read More
I might have embellished the memory in my head but when we were younger and in the earlier stages of our relationship, we used to sleep touching each other, spooning like bric-a-brac. I can remember how Georgi’s hair used to … Read More