I’m hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.

Ruby: …What’s so good about being 20? I call them the materialist years. The years we get distracted by all the bullshit. Then we cop on when we hit our 30s and spend those years...

At first we had so much to catch up on we were talking a hundred words a second, barely even listening to the ends of one another’s sentences before moving onto the next. And there...

Don’t worry Stephen. The sproggers will care for her” Bob told him before letting out a spine shivering sinister laugh.

Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie’s mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it did not meet her standards of hygiene, containing as it did, edible foodstuffs....

Rosies mother was a highly strung bundle of barely thought-through prejudices, worries and feuds.