Will you promise to keep this to yourself, to not tell anyone of what we are?” By his words you’d think he was giving me a choice. Like I could say,no deal, honey bunch, I’m...

He’s sitting casually at my kitchen table peeling the skin off an applewith a pocket knife, a red apple that he has quite obviously appropriated from my fruit bowl, might I add.

I’d walk straight back out of it if only you’d let me.

So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors.

I can pull over,” he answers smartly.

Fuck, man. Are you a psychic? How did you know that’s my one true dream?

The man was more highly strung than Margaret Thatcher on the rag, God rest her.

I’d practically groped her under the guise of helping her get out a stain, but still, she looked like she found me about as appealing as second-hand underpants.

If I was into girls, I’d do you,” I tell him honestly. He leans forward conspiratorially. ”Psst, I’ll let you in on a secret Fred,” he glances sheepishly from side to side. ”I actually have...

Would you like to see it?

Sometimes you can be so deeply wrapped up in a person that the only way to deal with it is to use cruelty to push them away.

If that’s true why did it jump into the swamp?” Alex asks. “No normal horse would do that. Jump into a lake for a swim maybe, but not a swamp, unless it was a suicidal...