We were sitting on the doorstep when I told him, the night air chilly; the street dark but for lamplight. I thought if we stayed indoors, I might stop breathing even as I spoke, as if fresh air might somehow help. He searched my face with his eyes, but I turned away from him, unable to meet his gaze. I did not want to see his face change once he knew. I think that when love seeps away, you can see it, and I did not want that to be what I would remember of him.
And I told him everything, there in the dark, speaking clearly, so he would not wonder if there had been some mistake. And after I had finished he took my hand and turned to me and asked, 'Shall we go inside?'
And he just accepted it, the very worst of me, and made a pot of tea, because by then I was shivering. He loved me anyway.
Media: Story printed on the surface using a laser jet printer; illustration drawn by hand in ink and graphite pencil
Surface: Accademia Fabriano per Artisti acid-free paper (200gsm)
Size: A4 (8.27"x 11.69"; 21cm x 29.7cm)
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