Romantic is generous. Functional. His belt buckle kept hitting the dispenser. I still came. That’s the bit I’ll leave in.
Tag: hungover
The Afters Had A Guest List
Until it didn’t. Door open, neighbour in a dressing gown, someone crying in the good chair. I took notes on my phone.
Night Bus Confessional Went Viral
I tweeted one line. Forty people asked for the rest. Fine. Here’s the rest, names changed, details not.
Soho At Six Still Going
Daylight through the curtains they forgot to close. Someone ordered more drinks like time wasn’t real. It wasn’t.
The Landlord Texted About Noise
At 4:12. I replied at 4:13 with a heart emoji. He has not followed up. Coward.