Everyone filed out. We didn’t. The sprinklers never came on. Anti-climax in every sense except the one that mattered.
Tag: dress
Roommate Walked In Anyway
His place in Dalston. Door wasn’t locked. Mate stood there for a second, laughed, then asked if we wanted a beer. We kept going. I came looking at the ceiling.
Shoreditch Rain Ruined The Dress
The white one. Of course the white one. He offered his jacket. I offered nothing back except a very wet anecdote.
I Took Him To Tesco
Walk of whatever. We needed water and I needed concealer. He held the basket like we were married. I let him. It made the fluorescent lighting less tragic.
Queue For Pret Became Therapy
Two girls I didn’t know asked why I was in last night’s dress at 8am. I told them. They bought my coffee. Community.
She Said I Looked Cheap
Some girl in the queue for the loo, full face on, calling my dress tarty. I smiled, took a photo anyway, and posted it before last orders. She can cope.