I write as I recover from this visual hangover – visual, emotional, in a post-anxiety state. I write from the sofa, lying down, as the...

A badminton shuttlecock hits the head of the gentleman in front of me with a resounding thud. The girls don’t notice. The shuttlecock...

I send the invitation and stare at my face on the computer screen, practising smiles for when he comes in. The look of a serious...