Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

The letters in his hand were crisp, clean, and pure white and had the age of youth while Sebastian's hands were wrinkled, old and worn out. He smelt the perfume of the letters which were like flowers in the room showing down onto him. He rocked slowly as he held them and whispered 'Lillian' while Beatrice didn't budge and had gone to sleep purring away in his lap.  As the light glistened in the fireplace the colours were reflecting onto the walls of the living room like colours of the rainbow as he thought of Lillian and the past. It was at university where he had met her first, he was himself lost in the corridors, with his shirt half tucked into his trousers, tie askew and hair rough and looking at the board trying to find his class. He heard her voice, 'excuse me' and turned towards her. It was her golden hair that struck him. It shone in the corridor like a gem and it was long. She looked as though she were a mermaid emerging from the sea. He could feel

Why it is so important for a woman to get married? The bridesmaid dresses were standing there before her like an ancient relic. A reminder of the past of where she had worn them before. The one at Katherine’s wedding her cousin who was two years younger than her who got married, was the last one. Now Jane was the only one left unmarried and all she had were the dresses swashed together like passengers on the tube in the cupboard staring at her.      ‘Don’t you want to get married?’ said Katherine to her. ‘I wonder why you haven’t met anyone yet’? Jane wanted to punch her, but refrained and held her fist tightly. She was always made to feel this way, that there was something wrong with her, and she didn’t have the answers as to why she wasn’t married. She was cornered at her wedding reception in the midst of the dancing, lights and music and she had been smug all night with her ‘perfect’ husband Kevin. Jane hated to go to the weddings, but recently she was being asked less an