“It’s been a fairly unremarkable day up until now. Henry is at Sam’s tonight, so I’ve put in a long day working on some initial plans for a client who wants everything from walls to carpets and sofas in varying… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“He holds his hands up. ‘OK, OK. I was only asking. I do still care about you, you know. I know things haven’t worked… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“It’s been a fairly unremarkable day up until now. Henry is at Sam’s tonight, so I’ve put in a long day working on some… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“He had really hurt me and he knew it. He was standing just where he is now; penitent, begging me to forgive him. Of… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“Turn down enough invitations and eventually even the most determined will stop asking. It would take a Herculean effort now to weave myself back… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to quantify. Leaving her out of stuff, not telling her about things until it’s too late for her to go, undermining her… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“I don’t think it’s my imagination that Sophie pales and her eyes widen for a millisecond, before she slips her mask smoothly back into… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“Odd, how you spend five years going to the same place every day, and then it’s over, you never go there again.” — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“I’m amazed by the extent to which some people live out their lives on here.” — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“I am transported back through the years; how quickly that familiar rush of shame washes over me: shame at being left out, being left… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“I click on the list of attendees, furiously scanning for his name. Yes, there it is. There he is, eyes crinkling away at me… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“I so want to believe him, for this to be true, for what we did to have had no consequences. But there are no… — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“I know that Facebook offers an idealised version of life, edited and primped to show the world what we want it to see.” — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“Chipped plant pots trail the dead brown remains of my doomed summer attempt at growing my own herbs,” — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
“time-wasting vortex where you find yourself poring through the wedding photos of someone you’ve never met instead of meeting a work deadline;” — Laura Marshall Copy Share Image
