Tedium
Please don’t do that. Do what? Cry. Why not? Why are you doing this? I’m just so bored of you.
Please don’t do that. Do what? Cry. Why not? Why are you doing this? I’m just so bored of you.
Exhausted, Jack flopped onto the chair, his limbs hanging limply like a banana skin. Anita didn’t realise that she’d tripped over until she was on the ground, her huge body amassed on the floor like a drop scone.
Before the waiter left the table, Mark quickly changed Abby’s order from the house Chardonnay to the Chablis. At first his propensity to make these small amendments had been flattering. It was like he wanted her to have the more expensive things on the menu, the nicer room at the hotel, the better taxi service […]
But I don’t love you. I know. I’ve always known. I don’t need you to love me. I just want you to be convincing.
There was something in way you looked at me, which made me think I’d been hurt this way before.