Dropped

Dropped

I tried to write them down; all the moments she made me feel flooded with love. I quickly began dropping moments. Watched them hit the tiling and panicked, as my shaking hands let slip the first time she said “I think I love her”, the first time she opened her sleepy eyes and smiled, the …

The Paperwork

The Paperwork

I littered her life with the detritus of love. My adoration pressed by pens into folded tissues, scraps of wrapping paper, backs of envelopes. She would open drawers and untie shoelaces and lift pillowcases to find me tumbling out in a rush of words. Eager to remind her in my absence that she was loved. …

Fisherman’s Blues

“If I were married to tha’ bitch,” Jon laughed “I’d drink!” It was a less-than-quiet exclaim in the corner of the less-than-quiet pub ‘The Dog and Soda’ in Burnsley. It escaped the attention of Jon’s captive audience that he was drinking. He had, in fact, been drinking for many hours at that point. “Sir, If …

The Waiting Game

I gripped the ladder fiercely until my knuckles whitened and my bones complained at the strain. I remained this way, like a rigor mortised superhero until my mind associated the tight throttling hold on the wood with the concept of choking someone; at which point I let go, momentarily, alarmed by the violence of my …

The Rings

Almost everything about my funeral was perfect. My body rested, awaiting its captive audience, in the church hall over night. A Catholic tradition only afforded to true believers of the faith. My entire family gathered and told stories of my better days. They remembered my contagious laughter, my love for them, and how I would …

Tying The Knot

Today we tied the knot. When I woke up this morning my hands hit the alarm clock and absorbed its vibrato shrilling. I had been up most of the night, anxious, but I put that aside quickly by reminding myself of the future. There was a lot to do to get ready! I shaved carefully, …

Ironman

My friends used to call William “Ironman” because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We’d only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion… I remember that when we …