None of This is True

the smell of him – what was it? A sort of solid smell, like cars, like books, like trees.

He’s talking loudly in that way that some people do, as if he thinks everyone in the world wants to hear his business

That once I’d befriended the monster, that was it. For life.’

Pat is actually a raging narcissist, and that no child of a narcissist ever makes it out into the world unscathed.

She’s a consummate lurker. She never posts, she never comments, she never likes. She just looks.

Death is a clean break

Today is her forty-fifth birthday. She finds it hard to believe. Once she’d been young and she’d thought forty-five would come slow and impossible

­ub. She’s walked past this place a hundred times. Thought: Not for us . Everyone too