can’t trust the rice

he is almost inarticulate in his fury almost desperate in his need to chastise her how many times have I said when you’re cooking you can’t you mustn’t do anything else how many times ~ well she said I thought both of you were right there surely you would know when the rice needed to … Continue reading can’t trust the rice

meeting Nola

oh god she said oh Christ the three steps loomed looked set to defeat her bony fragility her walking-aid an impediment to balance she leaned against the rail and grasped with both hands and a shaking tremble oh lord he noticed the desperation the death-grip on the railing the bunching of stocking around each ankle … Continue reading meeting Nola