Category: I remember not so long ago

The Sociopath

HonestInk,

I’m going to write about toxic people again. Well about one person I know. A sociopathic woman that I thought I’d left behind a long time ago. Once she laid in wait for me to leave our town’s Continental Market. lashings of pretend Polish beer and strong vodka. She called…

A Single Life

HonestInk,

Single life No pit shaving and stinging deodorant No unwanted sex No fake tanning No cooking No make up No cleaning No fucking about with toenail polish No being told what to do No fanny ripping wax No being told when you’ve had too many No Saturday supermarket hell No…

I remember not so long ago

The prune

HonestInk,

I remember another of my mother’s boyfriends. I don’t remember his real name but we called him Prune. He had a face like one. He also had all these war relics hung up on the walls of his home. German helmets and knives and stuff. When he got drunk he…

I remember not so long ago

Beetroot and blackberries

HonestInk,

I remember the migraines like it was yesterday. It was years and years before I would eat certain things again. Beetroot, blackberries and apple combined and jacket potatoes. It was the smell. The school dinner smell of those three things especially. I have a picture perfect memory of being sick…

I remember as a child

Andorra

HonestInk,

I remember mum’s new boyfriend driving us to Andorra. We were moving there now. This was her latest, best idea after mum and dad got divorced. I was very young and have very little recollection of most of it. I do remember us running out of petrol on the…

I remember as a child

Yorkshire post and poetry

HonestInk,

So me and sis are little kids and we write poetry. I remember my mum telling me this story and I also still have the cuttings of our poems from the Yorkshire Post. I don’t actually remember writing poetry, ever, but clearly I did. Sis got a book of her…

I remember in my twenties

Faces in the wall

HonestInk,

I remember when I woke up to see the faces in the wall. Little, sharp, triangular shaped faces, randomly moving in and out to stare at me. I could make out a massive pile of fruit to my left. I had no idea where I was. Then a woman came…

Category: I remember not so long ago

The Sociopath

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Andorra

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