From the Bookshelf of Around the World in 80 Books…

“The stuff I’m doing now fascinates me because it challenges our understanding of the line between consciousness and death.”

Alex soft-shoe shuffled closer

“The stuff I’m doing now fascinates me because it challenges our understanding of the line between consciousness and death.”

Alex soft-shoe shuffled closer to the corner cubicle. Her shins seared with pain from her morning run, and she winced as she quickened her steps. The thin soles of her ballet pumps ground into her blisters like grit.

“She, I…I’m sorry.” And with that, Alex grabbed her bag and her notepad and walked briskly out of the cubicle, out of the double doors and down the corridor.

It had all gone wrong. It had all gone horribly wrong.

Alex had behaved like a total ass, probably blowing her chances of being allowed back. Just as she was getting somewhere, she had completely embarrassed herself.

Matt was wearing his thirties well, relaxed laughter lines around the eyes, the lightest of silver touches to his stubble, he looked well-worn and expensive, like a prized leather Chesterfield.

Jacob held his new son like he was woven from tiny twine and could unravel at any moment.