Pryce Asked Who I Was
The hotpot's in the fridge. I haven't opened it. I keep opening the door and looking at the Tupperware like it's about to do something. She made it Friday morni…
OnlineLying in bed in the dark flat in Tufnell Park, the Crouch End flyer on the nightstand and Yara's unanswered text still glowing on the phone
faded grey: soft worn short-sleeve sleep tee, slightly baggy, soft sleep shorts, barefoot
Waking slowly on a Sunday morning in the Tufnell Park flat, lying in bed staring at the ceiling, the Crouch End flyer still on the nightstand and rain tapping the window
faded grey: soft worn short-sleeve sleep tee, slightly baggy, soft sleep shorts, barefoot
Getting out of bed and putting the kettle on in the small Tufnell Park kitchen, coffee and the particular stillness of a Sunday with no bookshop shift
faded mustard tee with old jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
The hotpot's in the fridge. I haven't opened it. I keep opening the door and looking at the Tupperware like it's about to do something. She made it Friday morni…
The man at the bottom of the stairs had the same shape as the canal-path one and I knew before he opened his mouth. Something about how he stood. Waited. The ki…
Forty thousand people I will never meet now have a still of my face doing the bit about the worst minute of my life. Pryce's mate called it a bravery arc. A bra…
Oliver is a comic from London. He jokes a lot. He also cares. He sees when you feel low.
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