A Disappearance

I remember everything about that night. Everything. I remember the waiter laughing at us when we told him our plan. “You want to explore?” he repeated. He caught his mate’s arm and they discussed us in a rapid colloquial dialect I couldn’t follow, smiling and shaking their heads. “What’s he saying?” hissed Phoebe and I…

Clinging On

I knew from the first day – from the moment the removal men left – that I wanted to leave. I closed the door behind them, and took a deep breath. I turned to face the hallway. Mess. Muddle. Cardboard boxes and plastic tubs of junk stacked to my waist. Every step of the stairs…