Dreaming There is a competition; I am one of six finalists. We are sitting in two rows of three facing away from each other. To my left are two men; to my right, a large audience. The female host instructs one of the men to sing; he does really well. The next man also does well. I don’t know why I have been chosen; my voice is nowhere near as good as theirs. I’m dreading my turn but think if I put the effort in I could be quite…
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Dreaming I am in a music room of a school. I am sitting with a group of people singing a song that is very familiar to me, less so to them. I take the manuscript to the piano and begin to play, but it doesn’t come as easily as it used to. I try for a few minutes and then stop. I am feeling overwhelmed by a cellist and a violinist on my left. I go into the corridor; it is lunchtime. Rosie is in the corridor holding a lit piece of rolled-up paper. She…
Reaquainting
There are many things that people might think are the worst things about the kind of relationship I’m in. Maybe they think it’s the shouting and screaming, or they may believe it’s the actual words that get said. They may see it as the manipulation that’s the hardest thing to bear, or the constant worry…
Collect
Dreaming I have to go to London to collect Lucy and bring her back to her house. I’m almost certain I know the way and feel quite confident. I get in the car with Abi to head to London; I think we have a two-hour journey ahead of us. Before I know it, we are in London, and I’ve received a text from Lois, who is with Lucy. It is of a map pinpointing which cafe/restaurant they’re in, and which table…