Argylle

by Elly Conway

Swallowing, Argylle sat down on a ratty red plastic bar stool in front of a tap dispensing draught Guinness. ‘Cosmopolitan with a twist, please.’

A man written by a woman for real

‘You know, for a smart-ass, you can be really dumb.

‘Twiddling knobs and doing whatever other voodoo shit you do on the computer.

‘They’re monks, dude, what are they gonna do? Pray us to death? You got a better plan?’

You’re kinda smart – in a dumb sort of way.

adulthood sometimes seems like a long procession of tiny betrayals that make you doubt everyone, but if you reframe it as a process of learning how to trust only yourself, it can be surprisingly liberating.’