Love Stories: Tag – Emilie Connes
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Short Stories
Triptych part 1 of 3
Everyone told me it would be fine. My hometown’s a decent size, and although you often bump into neighbours in the street, into people you knew from sixth form, I didn’t think it likely we’d meet. I didn’t think he’d still be around, figured he might have moved to London like he always said he would. I imagined he’d have stopped shopping in the stores we used to go to. I shouldn’t have assumed everything would change after I left.
Short Stories
Marmite, Diamantés and Fuzzy Carpets
Clare had asked if she wanted them to stay the night; rent a room at the hotel across town. Isabelle had laughed as she unpacked pots and pans, picking up the sandwich toaster in the shape of a cow that friends from home gave as a leaving present, bending over to put it in a kitchen cupboard.
Short Stories
Triptych part 2 of 3
I felt a knot in my stomach as soon as I saw her in the shop, the one I used to feel when my mother called me to the car to go see my grandfather at the nursing home when I was kid. I tried to steer clear, to move Melissa over to the lamp and fittings section. I knew she’d seen us when I saw her hiding behind a designer vase. It was original, would have looked nice on our dining room table, but I couldn’t very well show it to Melissa with Clair hiding behind it.
Short Stories
Triptych part 3 of 3
A year and three months. That’s how long Matt and I have been together. Officially that is, because unofficially we met way before. I’m sure we both fancied each other, but he was damaged goods. Freshly split with Clair, the wonder-woman, the only long term he’d ever had. I was there to pick up the pieces.
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