What Comes Together

I met them one scorching day at the Maternal and Child Health Centre. Prepared, I had packed a bottle of expressed milk and did what I could to feel like myself. Lipstick. Brushed hair. Curled beside me in her pram, the strange new appendage of a crimson-faced baby. In the circle of women I sat … More What Comes Together


It should never have come to this, Frankie thought, as she poured glugs of milk on the cereal. The brown blobs looked like formations of cancer cells, bobbing in the sea of white. A crowd milled in front of her and Piers, a disorderly queue emerging from the chaos. The shopping centre noise of echoing … More Lovescape