That it would end like this

Benjamin Mackintosh is dead. These words are whispered, shared all over the office – the concrete floors reverberate with the news. Shock is traded from one division to the next, as the slow stain of grief spreads throughout the building. It reaches my desk when I return with my second coffee of the morning. MyContinue reading “That it would end like this”

The rest of our lives

Talk though we did, my love, there were certain conversations we never had. On that first trip to White Cliff, we had not yet said I love you. I was hyper-conscious of it, both its absence, and the desire to say it, and those three little words were pressurised inside me on that drive. AContinue reading “The rest of our lives”

What we remember

I’ve made it to my 200th post at body, remember!! When I started this blog two years ago, I had a cracked heart – and an idea to write it back into something whole again. I’ve learnt so much since then. Post by post. Word by word. Revelation by (painful!) revelation. Here’s to another 200, and all the mistakesContinue reading “What we remember”

Love, mostly

Eidyia’s note: When I write, I keep my favourite songs in mind – the way a lyric can tell an entire story in just a few lines. I love what I call the ‘economic beauty’ of a song lyric, and these little moments from The Memory of Stars are my attempts at this economy. I hope theyContinue reading “Love, mostly”