Paul McDonald

Eggs

Smoking at the breakfast table seems wrong, but he does it, despite her complaints. He promised her he’d quit, as she did years ago, but he never delivers.    She observes his fag as it smoulders in the ashtray: it points at his empty seat, poised for his return from the loo. It’s too close

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To Boldly Go

Forty years ago, aged eleven, Helen White put her arm through his. He can still feel it: her pristine blazer-sleeve against his wrist. It stunned the school playground into silence, and a couple of his friends feigned epileptic fits.    Childishly in love, this is all he could have hoped for! He should have turned

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