The Break

by Marian Keyes

Lately there’s been a plethora of articles that say there’s no such thing as ‘The One’ any more, but a succession of ‘Ones’. That every relationship has built-in obsolescence, that sooner or later it’ll run out of road and then it’s time to move on to the next person.

me. ‘What does that even mean?’

It must be self-preservation. ‘Something happened inside me. I didn’t decide it, it happened

that we’re about to sputter into an ignominious

Every bubble in the galaxy has burst. The million shards of sparkle suspended in the air have turned to wet ash. All the colour has leached away and the world is just grey, grey, grey.

What would I do if I wasn’t afraid?’

Martian from Twitter for the word ‘Scandilusts’.