Emily Taylor

Denouement among the lilies. Top Story - September 2021.

February for our first moment. We’re sitting in a dive bar in Camden Town. It smells of stale beer and gomme syrup; the floor coated by a thin veneer of both. Buzzed from cheap cocktails, you’re staring inquisitively at me. “Are you an optimist or a pessimist?” you ask. “Neither, I’m a realist.” I answer. We laugh. Later, a rushed kiss at the bottom of an escalator.