‘As I walk up the hill she says, “just help yourself, just help yourself and I said, ‘just help myself?’” They all listened attentively and softly moved their chins from side to side, eventually their faces settled into a stillness, raised eyebrows, lips lingering around their disbelief.


I spot them when I’m looking under the desk as I’m hoovering. All the dog hairs are drawn into the hoover like fine pins to a magnet, the pictures are propped against the wall to one side of the desk on the floor.’

Excerpt from work-in-progress, 2020