“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
“Odd, how you spend five years going to the same place every day, and then it’s over, you never go there again. Almost as if it never existed at all.” — 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
