Creative Writing

On Gender

'The barber thought I was trans. I watched him contemplate my hairline more quizzically than usual as I told him I was writing this. It probably didn’t help that I’d been booked in as ‘Alexandra’ by the lady on the phone.'

A Slow Journey

'A child totters past; a parent reassures. Don’t you worry, dear one. It’s just a mind losing control - nothing you need to fret about.'

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