Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.
Jenny DownhamI'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
Jenny DownhamI love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.
Jenny DownhamThree points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop. Their throats have turned to liquid and their fingers glint under the weak autumn sun.
Jenny DownhamThere's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me, I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
Jenny Downham