by Rebecca Clark || There is a woman sat next to me, in the middle seat.
by Cathleen Davies || I think I owe a thank you to the girl with long black hair - twisted and clipped up in seminars, trailing down her back in dresses and up my nose when she lay next to me at night.
I was bored of playing games, so we made our not-so-subtle excuses and went to your flat.
It felt a little ridiculous, a little bit like I was fourteen again, hiding in my childhood bedroom, afraid of getting caught.
In memory of Mary Glaisher - 4th June 1928 - 24th December 2014
‘The thing is…’ I said