Always You and Me

by Dani Atkins

I learnt that you can’t outrun grief because it always knows where to find you, but you can keep yourself so busy that it can only squeeze into the gaps of your life, instead of burying you under an avalanche of sadness.

I looked at him for a long moment, this stranger wearing my old friend’s face.

‘The best man won, didn’t he . . . and then he got to be the groom.’

Panic is a strange dish that goes from a moderate simmer to a raging boil almost without you noticing.