We met through a friend. In a pub in York. Ended up upstairs at another pub drinking wine and eating tapas. Enjoyed each other's company. Bumped into each other at a party, where I wore a borrowed dress and told a story. Then, all went quiet, as the parties dried up under COVID-19. Until an email about a collaboration got us talking again, online because of the constraints of the lockdown. Zoom calls started with chats about your illustrations and my writing. Weekly at first, and then every few days. Sliding longer and stretching into the night. Slipping from collaborators to friends to flirtations. Plans to meet were scuppered by lockdowns, until that long day walking around the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, kissing under trees, laughing by the lake. Talking to ducks and dogs and smiling at children. And then into your arms, into your bed, into your life I tumbled. An unexpected adventure in a lockdown life.
Writing short fiction, monologues and plays