he sat up there too, once

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the boy walks into a macdonalds and orders a coke; he slumps over a table at the back, alone

the dark coloured boy and the light coloured boy kiss on the street corner

they walk down the highstreet holding hands

the exhibit in the museum moves her to tears, her companion thinks he understands why

the little girl goes shopping with her grown-up cousins

the young man and his grandmother are on holiday together

the little boy is getting sun burnt by the pool while his mother is drinking cocktails; a stranger tells him to sit in the shade

the old lady waits for the gift you promised her

someone you once knew stops you on the train and you don't know their name, only a vague feeling of what it used to mean to talk to them

the married woman reads that masturbation is the best way to prevent an oncoming migraine

a woman doesn't allow herself to become transparent to her partner

as a boy he had problems with criticism so he expresses contrary opinions on a single subject so as not to be called wrong

he cannot imagine his father existing in those decades

they work so hard for such little reward, permanently damaging their natural resources

she lies about not having taken a particular drug before

he talks about the ex he still loves while snorting coke with a beautiful friend

infront of a stranger

in a friend’s bedroom

the grocer confuses them for mother and son, they laugh darkly – ‘she’s not my mother’

she has a considerable strength which she keeps by always putting it to use

she doesn’t understand why people don’t love her at first sight

he unconsciously invades his friend's personal space, they inch across the floor in a strange dance

as the friend retreats he follows

while waiting they play a clapping game

she sings longer than he, he sings louder than she

they read the same book at the same time on the aeroplane, as the pages fall out he hands them to her

they met in a poem written by a mutual friend

he makes him think differently even though they’ve never met or spoken

he sat up there too, once

he lies in the bed but feels as though he will roll off it

passing children make fun of his bike but he doesn't understand why

they try and set him up with a prostitute but he doesn’t want a prostitute, he’s in love with one of them

facial hair admiration from one who can’t grow it to one who can

he gets drunk and jumps in the pool

how he greeted me: held out left hand with palm facing up

he tastes like stale cigarettes and sweat

he kisses like a teenager

on his way to the swimming pool, dressed only in red shorts, he meets the Serbian

it is almost breakfast time and he is still stumbling about near reception, calling for champagne

when he kisses he makes a clamp-like grip with his arm around the other’s neck

he kept talking when she wanted to think

she tells everyone to stop treating her like a mother, secretly loving it

her hands cover her open mouth when she sees baby clothes in the supermarket

he doesn’t understand computers

she always forwards her junk-mail

they take different routes to the same station

he isn't happy till he's made her cry

others think he’s overprotective; he thinks it's no bad thing

he believes society should be free enough for him to kill someone and have a chance of getting away with it

he takes full advantage of his boyfriend's manic episodes

he calls a group of heckling women 'cunts' and they chorus 'wooooh'

he completes the hardest sudoku ever but there’s no one around to tell

the phone is switched off

he looks in the mirror at them having sex

he feels self conscious chatting with the hairdresser

someone he knows walks in

the three of them sit around a tree on a summer’s day

his voice made exactly the right sound to make the room reverberate

every wednesday they would meet for their seminar and the room would shake

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