Rock Paper Scissors

by Alice Feeney

but I think that’s only natural given the number of nights when he would rather take a book to bed.

It makes him feel important, and makes me want to throw the novels he adapts at his head.

she snaps, suffering a sense of humour bypass.

wish people were more like books. If you realise halfway through a novel that you aren’t enjoying it anymore, you can just stop and find something new to read. Same with films and TV dramas. There is no judgement, no guilt, nobody even needs to know unless you choose to tell them. But with people, you tend to have to see it through to the end, and sadly not everyone gets to live happily ever after.

Maybe it is only ever a matter of time before life makes the love unravel.

That musty scent of old Bibles and blind faith.

I watch as he salutes a blackbird, just in case it’s a magpie.

and didn’t buy the latest Henry Winter novel until the day after it came out, in protest.