Virginia Woolf’s Reflection by Frances Valdes

I pause on the bridge where she stood, mesmerised, thinking of her last thoughts. Paralysed by the possibilities. The darkness of the world fed her illness, but the river ended her life. Its beauty couldn’t ease her pain. I long to enjoy the river’s beauty, but can...

Gavin’s Thing by Susannah Cherry

Morning my lovelies. Gather here for the goss. Bring me coffee. Have you all witnessed saddo of the day? With that thing on his head?’ ‘What thing?’ ‘Who?’ ‘Kevin. Keith? Begins with K definitely. I think. Doesn’t matter. He’s not, you know. He’s only come into work...