Noah Could Never

by Simon James Green

Noah could possibly deal with losing a boyfriend. He’d seen people handle it in films by eating large tubs of Häagen-Dazs and curling up on sofas under duvets – no problems there, and in some respects, quite appealing.

They’ll be eating out of my arse.” “Hand.” “That’s right. Hand.”

Sometimes, having something really nice in your life was worse than not having it, because it made you worried you were going to lose it. And losing something is worse when you know just how wonderful that thing is.

What was being boyfriends really about? Because at the moment, it just felt like endless paranoia that everything brilliant might end.

So you can choose to live in the anxious misery of what might be, or you can choose the glorious comfort of the here and now. I would pick the now. Tomorrow could be anything.”

“What do young people like nowadays?” Dickie said. “Avocados?”