It started with sidelong glances at the meat counter. I bought sausages; she bought liver. “Fancy a mixed grill?” I said.
It was the way we completed. … each other’s … sentences. It was the way we completed … each other.
“Do you love me?” I said. “Love means never needing to say I love you,” she said. “Yes, but do you love me?” I said.
When I called to collect my things, my Boba Fett figurine had been smashed into several pieces. “You can glue it together or something, can’t you?” she said.
© 2010 Jonathan Pinnock