Truly Madly Guilty

I’m sorry that when we faced our first crisis, it showed up everything that was wrong in our marriage instead of everything that was right. I’m sorry we turned on each other instead of to each other.

‘Your marriage is being tested, darling, but the best comes after the worst! Forgiveness and communication is the only way through!’

They’d always had that in common: a passion for accuracy.

He put a pretend gun to his head, pulled a pretend trigger and made his fingertips explode.

It was like the moment after a band stopped playing when the silence roared in your ears.

her eyes flat and unreadable

still the accusations hovered, not on the tip of his tongue but at the back of his throat, lodged there, like an undigested lump of food, so he sometimes felt he couldn’t swallow properly.

His nerves were disintegrating, crumbling to dust like porous sandstone.

She hooked her fingers in the air to make exaggerated inverted commas on the word ‘running’.

flicked on the wipers.