OverId hit the final low. Keeping the light out and the curtains closed, I let only the TV illuminate the tiny living room in which I spent the entire morning, afternoon and night. By the end of the day I could no longer remember the last time I had been up off the sofa. An unpleasant stench began to spread around the house, and I pulled the neck of the sweater over my nose.Youre disappointing me, Sarah, he said, with the vulnerable expression of someone who has been deeply wounded, while caressing her cheek softly, gently. The inside of his hand was dry and rough, like sandpaper, scratching uncomfortably against her skin. She trembled by the touch, but tried not to show it. I dont know if I can forgive you this time. His voice was soft, but couldnt hide the threat shining in his black eyes. After two years of living together she was all too familiar with it. Resisting the urge to pull away, she c
The HeartbreakerWhat do you want to be when you grow up, little man? the old woman asks, clutching her Marks& Spencers shopping bag tightly to keep from pinching the young boys freckled cheeks, which are now turning slightly red. He looks up at his mother for a second, and then shrugs almost invisibly. I dont know yet
he says, almost in a whisper, again shooting a quick glimpse up at his mother, who smiles encouragingly. Oh, go on, Connor, she says, the corners of her mouth twitching in sync with the humorous, loving sparkle in her eyes.. Didnt you tell me just yesterday that you had made up your mind already? Lets hear it, the old woman pushes, and the little boys mother watches his ears turn red. She aches for him, but cant do anything but smile.