The sun still hides shyly beneath the horizon when I step onto my balcony, tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie warding off the chill. My hair is still damp from the shower when I run my fingers through it while balancing a mug of tea in my other hand. The air is cool against my skin … Continue reading September 23 – Unwritten (6)
An annoying buzzing sound disrupts a dream that evaporates the moment my brain achieves something resembling a cognitive state. With a low grunt, I fumble for the twitching thing on my nightstand and catch it just before it can tumble off to its certain death over the edge. "Yes?" I answer the phone, and my … Continue reading September 23 – Still (5)
With a soft thud the used condom lands in the bathroom bin. I wash my sticky hands and splash some cold water on my face. I risk a quick look into the mirror. What am I even doing here? Meaningless sex with a stranger is... well... exactly what it says on the tin. It is … Continue reading September 23 – Gone (2)
There’s no reply, and I don’t hear a sound from the inside. For a moment I think I have the wrong door. Or maybe Rashid gave me the wrong address. On purpose? But no, the concierge didn’t contradict me when I said I’m here to see Mr Chaudhury, room number 16. Then the door suddenly … Continue reading First Times – Sam (4)
I hear my front door slam shut, and I'm left alone. All alone. Rashid is gone. I feel numb. It's over. I broke us. Rashid is gone. I felt numb before, but this is different. Rashid is gone. Before, there just wasn't anything in me. Now I know what it feels like to have something, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (3)
“Hello? Is this Wendell Dupree?” “Yeah,” I answer a little sleepily. “Who is this?” I don’t recognise the number. Something European is all my brain can make out. “Yeah, this is Sam Barclay, Rashid’s boyfriend. He asked me to call this number in case anything happened to him.” I’m suddenly wide awake. Dearest gentle… Oh, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (1)
It's not even a week later, and I find myself on a bus to Leonidas, my childhood neighbourhood, again. This time I'm not alone. Rashid is with me, and we're headed to spend Thanksgiving with my family. It's going to be the first time that they'll meet him. The first time I'm introducing a boyfriend … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (10)
I'm on the bus to Josie's. It's the day after we found out that our father died several months ago. I'm alone. Not because Rashid left me, no. We're still good. Although I wouldn't have blamed him. I mean, we're basically still in our rainbows and pink glitter phase of our relationship and we already … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (9)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
Rashid's tongue traces down my spine, and I can feel goosebumps erupting on my back in its wake. I'm on my front, in my bed, and this is definitely not the worst way to be woken up in the morning. Rashid's hand is on my hip, and he places kiss after kiss on the small … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (7)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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