It was late afternoon before the contractions
became stronger...
My Dear Diary moment continues...
It was late afternoon before the contractions
became stronger...
My Dear Diary moment continues...
A Dear Diary memory of giving birth in Three parts.
Morbid, depressing, suicidal, death-inducing IP for a Happy Sunday.
“Did you hear something?” said Jay.
“No,” said Sarah. “What did you hear?”
“I thought I heard someone say, ‘Get off my chair.’”
I’m uninspired
I can’t pin a
Good story down
On plain white paper
Trust me
I’ve tried them all
Once upon a time
It was a dark
And stormy night
A funny thing
Happened. . .
See?
After Keith dumped me I used to just sit around watching Cash in the Attic, spooning tub after tub of ice cream into my hopeless throat. I was so unhappy with the way my body looked.
Tom always thought that she would be there forever; like the pond and fish at the bottom their garden and the slugs on the patio. Forever visiting him twice weekly.
'Melvyn;...Melvyn...Toms voice cut through the heads and the faces of people around the round table in the community room.