““Sorry! Sorry – am I late?”
The clock on the wall wobbles because the door’s flung open so hard. A girl stands in the doorway and I’m a cartoon figure, eyes on stalks. The veins in my neck bulge, ready to explode. And breathe hisses a tinny voice inside me. I’m going to fall off my chair, I’m going to fall off my chair, I’m going to… oh my god. OH MY GOD.”
Extract from ‘There Will Always Be Others’ – included in the showcase