Out of Time

‘Stop it right now, you dizzy tart!’Marissa Nalletamby was giving herself a telling-off in front of the mirror.‘He’s married, you’re married. You don’t even like him much. Dresses like a nerd. Probably a control freak’Her brain delivered moral rectitude and the logic of actuarial evidence but her body knew better and overrode it with a wistful sigh that steamed up the cold glass on the wall.They had met, the two couples, at a neighbour’s anniversary party four years ago and, while there had been no common ground upon which to build a more than superficial relationship, Marissa had found herself … Continue reading Out of Time

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