I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.

It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.

when I was four I almost fell down the shaft of a tin mine and when I was five the car rolled over on the motorway and when I was seven we went on holiday and the gas ring blew out in the caravan and nobody noticed I've been dying all my life

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

I imagine horses in the engine, their manes flying, their breaths steaming, their nostrils flaring as they gallop.

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.