"Love is a frozen god," he said, and handed her a Subbuteo figure frozen in an ice cube. She took the ice cube between her thumb and forefinger and looked at it.
"No it's not," she said, "it's an ice cube with a Subbuteo figure frozen inside it."
It wasn't like Mr. Smith to be late. Eleven o'clock on the dot: that's when he always came. She couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been late, before. Eleven o'clock, on the dot, every Saturday. Her morning break would begin, and there would be Mr. Smith, with his tea and her coffee and maybe a flapjack or a macaroon or a Belgian bun. Oh, she looked forward to it so much. She knew it was ridiculous, but she didn't care. But today he was late. And he was never late. She sat in the Granary Café on the fourth floor of Williamson's, drinking her coffee alone, watching his tea go cold, looking around for him, wondering what was keeping him, trying not to think about what might have happened to him.
NikkiSexKitten's new message flashes up on screen. She wants to know who my teenage fantasy was.
So I post back. Blondie, I say. The Divine Debbie. The way she looked at the camera. Her legs. Her lips. This is what I type, grinning. I sip the last of my beer, and I stare at the screen.
Liar Katy Darby's debut novel, a Victorian drama called The Whores' Asylum, was published by Fig Tree (part of Penguin) in February 2012. It's had some nice reviews in The Independent on Sunday, the Sunday Times and Metro so far.
SAMMY WINS THIRD IN BRIDPORT 2011
Congratulations to LL author Sammy Wright who came third in the prestigious Bridport Flash Fiction Prize 2011: he owes everything to Liars' League. Everything. Especially his first-born son ... More here
OUR INTERVIEW WITH ANNEXE MAGAZINE!
They came, they saw, they asked us a bunch of interesting questions. Interview by Nick of Annexe Mag with Katy of LL: here
