JRM

She no longer remembers his face, but when she closes her eyes she thinks of him and smiles. Once a crisp image shone in her mind. An image of dark hair falling loosely across his brow, eyes mysterious yet kind, broad shoulders, a solid jawline. Now that image has faded. After four summers the picture began changing, sometimes so sharp she could see the lines around his eyes, at others unable to trace the shape of his ears. In such moments she wept, conjuring memories of being held in his arm...

There was nothing fancy about the room. White walls, a tiled floor, strip lighting. The only decoration a dignitary's portrait and some framed insignia hung on the wall. Below them sat two officials wearing sky blue double-pocketed shirts with navy epaulettes. I'd left Jordan earlier that day. Once you've seen Petra there's not much else. The formalities were as expected. We all got off the bus, joined the queue and handed over our passports. Those who made the trip regula...

”Your teeth are amazing so they are” said a woman with terrible teeth. Half an hour after finishing work John was still waiting on the fifty-four. The route connected two of the worst parts of the city and those riding it frequently littered and graffitied. So First Bus deployed the shabbiest rolling stock on that route. These older buses often struggled, especially in the winter, hence the wait. Another bus missed its appointment. John escaped the woman's chatter and crossed the road. T...