Tuk-Tuk for Two

by Adam Fletcher

They immersed themselves in everything on offer at each moment. They were all-you-can-drink, all-or-nothing, smash-and-grab, happy-hour humans.

We’d lost both hours and seasons. Ugh.

Almost everything is open to interpretation, is a matter of opinion not fact, and is about as changeable as a toddler’s underwear.

He was a bearded American, but in this part of the city everyone was a bearded American.

I’ve never been good at relationships. They’re like a foreign country that never gives me a visa. I’m always on the outside, somehow, peering over the fence, trying to work out how everyone else gets in so easily and has such a lovely time strolling around holding hands and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.

There were more holes in the plan than Swiss cheese. And, possibly, Belgian cheese.

Better five minutes of something real than months of make believe.”