The road is smooth and even, the curves rounded and predictable yet still tight enough to be fun – the bike purrs beneath him – the overall effect is sumptuous. He smiles and notes a change in the air temperature, suddenly down a couple of degrees as he rises from the valley. Continue reading
I am standing next to Hugo when I meet David. Which is part of the reason I go home with him I guess.
Hugo has taken my heart and fed it through a document shredder this past summer by constantly flirting with me, occasionally kissing me, and then reliably and repeatedly returning to his boyfriend. Continue reading
Perry looks at the roses, starts to turn away, and then hesitates. A cliché, expensive, impermanent, sure… But it would be good to arrive with something.
Yet they have the whole weekend together. He will have time to find her something nice. Something meaningful. He steps to the left, merges back into the flow of commuters and continues to be swept towards the Circle Line. Continue reading
“Cute,” he had said – it was true, that was the word he had used – and it would probably haunt him to the grave. The gay guy who thinks the dormice are, “cute,” would be his handle for evermore, at least within the bounds of this tiny village. Continue reading
“Combining” by Nick Alexander © 2008 – All rights reserved
Sleep evades me. The wind is hurling itself, invisible battalions crashing against the shutters. I imagine that the subsonic thuds are the lines they show on weather maps, smashing to smithereens, cartoon style, on the walls of the building, hopelessly, pointlessly. Continue reading