My Policeman

by Bethan Roberts

all I wanted was some warmth on my face and to get that far-away feeling that comes when you lie in the afternoon sun.

Still, you can picture it: our beautiful boy beaten by his little sister, marked by her soft cotton towel.

Back then I was easy to please. Because when you’re in love with someone for the first time, their name is enough.

Like they had meant to employ someone else but due to some administrative error the letter of appointment had been sent to your address?