Broken up prose

I’d plucked the biggest carrot either of us had ever seen, was skipping with it in my hand swinging from its leaves like a child swings a favourite doll, by its hair.

There are gaps where our bones don't meet and it's cold but we're both grinning and we don't know how to stop.

Kara-Sue sitting at the check out wearing your name badge calmly. I want to rip it off

He lifted one up high and I thought Oh fuck he's gonna ram that down my throat or force it up my jacksie. Jesus' bearded head will peer out of my arse.

Those nights in front of the gas fire with the Mitchells, Dingles, Duckworths. You cooked Findus crispy pancakes and I basked in the warm orange glow, your little superman in spiderman pyjamas.