Room 2D

From Fessée 4, featuring Minnie Champ The giggles are the same; the dialogue uncannily familiar. Even the vices are unchanged: cans of beer and cigarettes consumed over an endless stream of girlish bitchery. Hard to believe that six years have elapsed since their last heart-to-heart. There’s a lot to catch up on. ‘So, is Colin still in publishing?’ asks Nella, deliberately getting the name wrong. Magda giggles. ‘Yes. He’s doing poetry these days. Callum couldn’t tell a rhyming couplet from an iambic pentameter if his life depended on it, but most people can’t and so he gets away with it.’ ‘No regrets about marrying him?’ ‘Not really: he’s as good as most men and earns enough for his defects to be overlooked. I could’ve done worse.’ Their eyes meet at the unspoken rider. ‘and nearly did — several times!’ Nella doesn’t blame her friend for marrying Callum, but she does resent the way Magda capitulated so easily to his demand...

From Blushes 55 with Wendy Collings Arlene looked idly at the shelves, the books. Mr Filchard had an awful lot of books. Or more accurately a lot of awful books she thought, picking out a title here and there and frowning as she did so. Nothing remotely readable, not what you’d enjoy reading. All dry as withered old bones. The books you’d expect a tutor to have in fact; probably Mr Filchard himself was like a withered old bone himself.  Why did she have to be here?  To have some of these awful old books drilled into her was the answer. English, French, Eng. Lit. Oh Christ. What she needed instead of that was to see Mark. Her boyfriend. See him and get some action. But her mother said… Arlene turned, frowning still, sauntering over to the large window. Outside there was Mr Filchard’s garden bright in the afternoon sunshine. ----//---- Arnold Filchard observing her through a little spyhole made for this purpose at con...

As requested, here is an enhanced version of The Accusation from Blushes Supplement 19 Mr Peters studied his daughter’s deep clear blue eyes and then shook his head in disbelief. ‘Are you sure? He did what?’ Cheryl repeated her accusation. ‘He came into my cubicle, daddy… and put his arms around my…’ Her mother had been busying herself in the kitchen but her daughter’s words had put paid to the housework, at least for the time being. ‘This is very serious,’ said Mr Peters. ‘Very serious indeed.’ It was time for Cheryl to leave for work. She slipped her anorak over her shoulders, picked up her shoulder-bag and checked she had her car keys. ‘Anyway. I’ll see you tonight.’ She gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and went on her way. ‘I’m amazed at old Mason. Really I am.’ Peters told his wife. ‘After all, he’s been attendant at the baths for years. Good grief. I think he was there when I was a lad.’ Peters also had to get to w...