Peace offering

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

Lost for words

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