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Sinful Sunday: Holding Pattern

I travelled overseas for work this week, for the first time in over five years. It was an intense and exhausting trip, which reminded me of all the things I love (cool new cities, big hotel beds, dinner on expenses) and hate (being away from family, long hours, transport disasters) about business travel.

The transport disaster came on my way back to London, when my late-evening flight was postponed due to ‘bad weather’, forcing me to spend an extra night away. To make things worse, Easyjet dicked us around at the airport for long enough that by the time they finally got everyone booked into a nearby hotel, it was pushing 2am.

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Sinful Sunday: Library

The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling… (Atonement, p. 136)

What if that library door wasn’t so thick? What if you could see us through the glass, fucking against the shelves? My hands on her waist as she clings to the librarian’s ladder, in a desperate attempt to keep herself upright. Calves straining, thighs braced and taut; a study in controlled kineticism.