A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth

to wear.’
‘I’ll go and take the signs and the advertisements and I’ll shape them into a smile for you
‘I don’t need a smile.’
‘You do, it’s been gone too long. Or I could bring them back and fashion them into a
heart for you to keep.’ I’m half asleep now, listening to your soft voice rebounding against my
eardrums.
‘I’m worried you’re going insane. There’s nothing to you anymore but insanity.’
‘I’ve never been fuller. I’ll never be empty. Especially not compared to you- you used to
be more than concrete.’
‘I’m flesh and blood.’
‘But you aren’t, love.’ I know what it is now. It is desperation and it is romanticism- but
it’ll pass, my dear.
Now I am asleep. I drift off as I hear you say-
‘I’ll go tomorrow, I’ll take all the balloons from all the vendors and I’ll wrap the lights
around them so you and I can hold on; and then we’ll float away into the sky, attached to a large
bright star. Hopefully the lack of oxygen will make you as loopy as me.’
normal.
I don’t answer - I’m already gone. I can’t help but think that maybe I’d be just as
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