Floodgates

I stare at the blue and yellow spotted socks, housed by brown leather shoes on crossed ankles, swinging under the seat in front of me. There is a scuff on the side of the left shoe. A small, dark blue thread hangs from the right sock. Brown cord laces hang, snug between the firmly interlocked

Accelerate

I woke groggily to the rising sun peeking around my curtain. I felt as if I’d only just fallen asleep. I pulled the pillow over my head to drown out the inevitability of daytime for a few moments more. My head spun and my body felt strangely light. I felt jetlagged. It was a harsher

Not Cool

‘I hate it!’ Silence. Had I gone too far? I was always the last to know. I scanned the room. Trish and Bernie were giggling. Maybe I was funny? Sal and Nancy were staring. Maybe I was cool? Claudia, Rosie and Nic were chatting. Maybe it was no biggie? My palms were sweating. My palms