Did you miss me?

‘Did you miss me?’ ‘It was only a couple of days.’ ‘Yes, but did you miss me?’ ‘Barely two days.’ … More

The other book

I am minding my own business, gazing out of the window, when the book appears. It looks as though it … More

‘I think we’re done,’ the book says. ‘Are you leaving?’ ‘I think so, yes.’ ‘So you’re going then?’ ‘Yes. I … More

The book has been working at my desk, which means it looks as though I have been burgled. ‘I can’t … More

I have given myself the afternoon off. I have sat for hours in good faith at my desk, all in … More

I am watching a particularly bleak episode of Wallander when the book pops its head round the door. It stands … More

‘You don’t have to do this you know.’ The book has appeared out of nowhere, while my back was turned … More

I have not left the house in days. I can hear the book pacing around upstairs, but neither of us … More

It has been a long day. Arriving home late and wanting nothing more than a bath and an early night, … More

The book has vanished. I don’t mean left the house, or popped out to see a friend. I mean vanished. … More

I have made the book a peace offering. I snuck out while it was sleeping, found my way back to … More

It is my turn to go out for a walk. The book has slept late, and, not for the first … More

We are at the flat. Everything has worked out fine: the journey, our connections and now amazing sense of space. We … More

‘Passport?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Flight info?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Euros?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Underpants?’ The book glares at me. ‘What do you take me for?’ ‘It … More

The book has had a fall, and now we are sitting in a waiting room, waiting to be seen. This … More

We have left the house. At first our walking is clumsy, comical, even. The book is three yards ahead of … More

The book and I are passing each other messages through a third party. Neither of us bothers with the niceties … More

I am visiting the book. We have already been through a lot together, including the part where I killed it and … More