And then some days you wake up and everything's perfect
I've only ever been recognised in the street once. In Sweden, strangely.
Envy was just the tax you paid on success.
She used to pride herself on her refusal to see two sides of an argument, but increasingly she accepts that issues are more ambiguous and complicated than she once thought.
At university, I used to write silly little sketches and monologues, but never fiction.
Emma was a shocking driver, simultaneously sloppy and petrified, and for the first fifty miles had been absent-mindedly driving with her spectacles on top of her contact lenses so that other traffic loomed menacingly out of nowhere like alien space cruisers.