Good Material

by Dolly Alderton

“YOU’VE RUINED THE SEA,” I shout before I turn and walk the other way. She always was melodramatic.

“I was thinking maybe more like John and Yoko.” “Did they even break up?” “Yeah, they were apart for eighteen months. He went off and had his freedom, partied, made music. Yoko got the peace needed to make her art. Then they got back together. It was his lost weekend.” “You think this is your lost weekend?” he says, a little too disbelievingly. “No, she’s John. I’m Yoko. Jen’s having her lost weekend.” Avi shrugs. “If you say so,” he says. “I do say so.”

WHEN YOU GET TO HELL, YOU WON’T BE BRAVE!” — Yes I will.

And then she told me a spirit was coming through. My grandmother. “She’s here with us,” she said, closing her eyes. “What is she saying?” I asked. “She’s not saying anything,” she said, nodding gently, her hands aloft in concentration. “But I’m seeing her kicking a door. Does this mean anything to you? She’s kicking a door right off its hinges.” And I went to the loo and threw up.