…the slice of the knife

56. You enjoy the motion of the knife cutting, the smooth sweep of the wide blade as it meets the chopping board, your fingertips curled against the onion’s domed back.  When you are done the dome is transformed into a heap of translucent cubes alongside a stub of woody stem.  Soon the smell of heatedContinue reading “…the slice of the knife”

…a hole in the wall

45. The first time you lived alone was in an attic bedsit in Laura Place, Bath.  Your window overlooked the rugby field and you shared a cold bathroom with the woman across the hall.  You were nineteen years old, and for many years you’d longed for solitude and freedom, but now that it was hereContinue reading “…a hole in the wall”