Fiction

Vincent

I’m not proud of what happened. It’s like when a small dent in your windscreen becomes a spidery crack. It grows and spreads and before you know it you can’t see a damn thing any more. I met Michael on a blind date. My friend Lucy set us up. Lucy used to get around but she’s really cleaned up her act, which makes me both surprised and glad. Although I do get the feeling she never thought of herself that way—perhaps it was her liberal upbringing—but I can assure you that’s how people thought of her. When I temped, Lucy’s…

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