Mr Smiley

The evening entertainment is a bawdy affair. Swarms of sweaty children weave in and out of chairs and tables whilst bored parents sit torpidly nursing glasses of tart local wine. Nobody knows about me: Mrs NMO. We have only engaged with a few families, smiling absently when our children have crossed paths briefly, never divulgingContinue reading “Mr Smiley”


Although the pool is warm the cold wetness as it soaks into my hair makes me shudder. I ease myself back and push off the side leisurely rotating my arms in a slow backstroke. I keep things unhurried so as not to let any water droplets blur my goggles. The echoing shrieks are muffled asContinue reading “Tattoo”