It’s strange to think that everything was already fully formed. Not only all those little chromosomes that dictate (how apt) how everything would turn out, from hair colour to eyelash length to moustache-growing prowess and the ability to grow only one testicle, but also all
He was born on Christmas Eve, an irony of sorts. He came into the world on a holy night, as snow fell and carollers sang. Little did they know what had been brought upon them that night. He seemed a good enough child, quiet and
This was not my idea of a miracle birth, and yet… I found him in the public toilets just off Mill Road. All the other public conveniences were locked up at this time of the evening but this one always stayed open, and all the
The changing colors gave way to the colder winds, and the infant-fruit grew its yearly fat-slick to ward off the chill. Later in life, these winter-babies would be predisposed towards redder complexions, deposits of lipogen and fitful melancholy. The babes picked in Summer were often
They come off the line like this. You have to wear gloves, a special uniform. I cover my hair in plastic, and I scrub when I get home. But I still smell metallic, somehow, under the soap and perfume. Everyone knows where I work. It
I wore my hair up, with white flowers twisted in at the back and a slender ivory column of a dress for which I had eschewed chocolate and red wine for 8 months so that it hung in just the right way from my hipbones.