December 2010
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‘Here he is! Here’s your boy.’ The midwife beamed at her, cloaked in sweat that had come from a sense of unique achievement. She was handed her son, as delicate as a box of eggs, his yolk-wide eyes singing at her. As if exorcised of some necessary evil, a gasp of fright had flown from her mouth as he was born. She could pretend this was as a result of overwhelming pride, as was...
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He had arrived home at a sensible time, and let himself rot into the sofa while cars occasionally illuminated the lines in his face. He let himself fold into the silence, slowly turning his head to find movement in the darkness. The night was deep and still, and his eyelids slowly sank into his head, drunk and swollen with an empty pride. He became aware of each and every one of his furry teeth,...