The phone buzzed irritatingly against my thigh, disturbing what was going to be an immaculate golf swing from the beginning of the 8th tee and resulting in an ungainly slice that sent the ball flying into the rough. I swore long and loudly as my work colleagues laughed at my misfortune. I dug in my pocket for the offending item and saw that the culprit was none other than Lucy, my wife. Sighing, I opened the screen and fl...

“Close your eyes.” Jamie obeyed, fiddling with one of the silk bows at his waist. The tiles were cool through his knee-high socks, making him wish he hadn’t removed his shoes as he listened to the approaching glock, glock of Sunil’s Mary Janes on the dining room tiles. There was a rustle as the skirt of his boyfriend’s cornflower blue dress met his complementary pastel pink one—a gift that morning, so cute it would have d...

  Fucky Birthday to you, Fucky Birthday to you, Fucky Birthday, dear Alison, Fucky Birthday to you! “Surprise!” There was a chorus of cheers, and Alison felt her blindfold being untied. She looked around and gasped at the sight of Claire’s room, decorated with bunting and banners displaying messages like “Happy 19th – to a True Whore!” and “Many Fucky Returns!” Little pink paper cocks, tits and asses, dangling from ribbon...

Alice paused behind one of the oak trees just as the un-birthday song stopped, her experiences in Wonderland giving her pause. The scene before her, while somewhat strange, wasn’t particularly alarming. In the middle of a clearing sat a large rectangular table covered with all manner of treats such as cakes and scones and jam, to name just a few, as well as a very large teapot and bowls for cream and sugar. No fewer than...

“That's my seat.”“What was that?”“You're in my seat.” I showed him the cinema ticket. “I wouldn't make a big deal about it, because I don't want to break up your friend group, but I don't want to take someone else's seat either.”“We just have to each move down one. Guys?” He and his two male friends each shifted in the theater row to their assigned numbers.“Thank you.”“No worries.”“Hey…” I mused as rested in the reclining...

Nelle balanced the heavy basket of wet clothes on the ample curve of her hip and shielded her eyes against the late day sun. Grasshoppers flicked through the grass around her, a humming buzz of life in the emerald green. She’d heard the deep rumble of the tractor returning from the field a few minutes ago. By now her men would be in back of the barn, knocking off the dirt, making use of the hose to wash away the salt and...

My name is Jacey Turner and Tracy is my daughter, the result of a very unhappy marriage with a dickhead I’d rather not talk about, thank you.Tracy has been the perfect daughter and we have been that close - but now I have to face up to change because it is likely that, with Tracy having at last found herself a boyfriend called Jack, I could soon be losing her. If that sounds like I am jealous, well I am not, well I try no...