One Day in December

by Josie Silver

I’m not a bitch though; or maybe I’m just a quiet one inside my own head. Isn’t everyone?

There’s something about living in a different place that allows you to be whoever you want to be.

But something makes me want to do it myself. Not depend on anyone too much.

No, I don’t want to hold their child. I don’t want to hear about school fees or food allergies.

“Sometimes you just meet the right person at the wrong time,” I say softly. “Yeah,” he says. “And then you spend every day afterward wishing that time could be rearranged.”