When I was young, I used to write letters to fairies. I would spend all morning writing them down, and then my grandfather would show me how to fold them into tiny paper boats.
I used to think I was in love with my bank teller. Her name was Jules. She never actually gave me her name herself, but that’s what her name tag said. Jules... Jules. Such a beautiful name. Jules. Like units for electricity, “joules”. Oh I thought there was some serious electricity between us. It just … Continue reading Bank Teller