Claire Emmaline
Bio
Always on time. Swanning around in linen culottes deriving inexplicable joy from duckspotting.
Editor, schemer, dabbler
Stories (2)
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First Impressions
Yvette slumped dejectedly amongst the cast-off outfits that littered her bedroom floor. It had been a long week at work and she’d overestimated what her energy levels would be like on a Friday night. A guy she’d been chatting to on an app had invited her to opening night at a new bar. Conceding it was too late to cancel, she eventually dressed down in an outfit that suited her mood: terracotta culottes and a simple olive skivvy.
By Claire Emmaline5 years ago in Humans
Beginnings
I remember your faces. I wake before dawn in the briny air. The sky is in transition from black to indigo, a crescent moon still up, the water glassy in the stillness. I hear from the next bay south the whizz of a small fishing boat; trickling down from a nearby terrace one of the European languages, every syllable decipherable in the quiet but meaningless. It’s high summer, the night is warm. An empty bottle rolls from one side of the deck to the other as I collect my things. I leave you still asleep. Seeing your head resting on a garish swan float makes me smile.
By Claire Emmaline5 years ago in Humans
