Author Archives: Claire

The Bit Where There’d Been 7 Years…

We met again the other day; every now and then, you come to me: the scent of pep­per­mint and tobacco; the salt and pep­per mus­tache on a smil­ing top lip; a non­sensical phrase. They are not you, for there could never be another you, but they are echoes of you — trig­gers that fire my