When I’m Cleaning Windows I swore volubly all the way from my place to Kev’s. Everything in the world that morning was placed specifically to piss me off. My fellow motorists all seemed to be in some state of free-wheeling oblivion and every radio station I tried was blaring bubble gum pop and over cheerful adverts. My mood was not improved by a phone call from Kev himself. “Simon! Where are you mate? Its fucking 8:30 man...

*my first effort. All comments welcome but please be a bit gentle!*   THERAPY   Doctor Adam Steele let out a deep sigh as he glanced down at the mess of papers on his desk. On top of the heap was the file of his next patient. His sessions with Lina often left him with graphic images that made the rest of his day almost unbearable. Grimacing with shame he recalled an occasion last month when he’d dashed to the bathroom mid...