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her period this month so she would have to get back with her ex very quickly if she was going to convince him that the baby was his.

โ€œI'm not going to buy you breasts implants,โ€ said Eric.

Dammit, thought Marie, she would have to go back to her life in Braithwell. James was her only option. James had a well paid job as an engineer. James didn't have the same glamour as Eric. Eric with his handsome face and horse.

* * *

โ€œI want you back babes!โ€ said James.

Marie rolled her eyes. James was back on the drink.

โ€œI want fake tits!โ€ she said.

โ€œSure thing babes!โ€

โ€œI want us to get married.โ€

โ€œSure thing babes!โ€

โ€œI want a Vera Wang wedding dress!โ€

โ€œSure thing babes!โ€

โ€œI want our wedding to be at HighClere Castle!โ€

โ€œSure thing babes!โ€

โ€œI am pregnant. The baby is yours.โ€

โ€œWhat? How? We haven't been together for-โ€

โ€œThe baby is yours!โ€

โ€œSure thing babes!โ€

* * *

James was on the telephone on his lunch break.

โ€œCan I extend the credit limit on my card please?โ€

* * *

Marie and James walked up the aisle. It was a fairy-tale wedding. Beautiful chandeliers and candle displays. The roof stretched upwards to the grace of fifty-thousand pounds.

โ€œThanks for borrowing me the money,โ€ said James to Marie's father.

โ€œYou'll be paying it back to me!โ€ said Marie's father. โ€œEvery penny of it! With interest!โ€

โ€œI know, dad.โ€

โ€œThat little bitch is all just take, take, take! She always has been. No matter how much she gets it's never enough! Oh, hi Marie my sweetheart. How are you?โ€

Marie glared down at her father.

โ€œI need liposuction!โ€ she said. โ€œI look old!โ€

โ€œYou're only twenty-one darling,โ€ said her father.

โ€œYou made your daughter look like a hag at her wedding!โ€

โ€œBabes I'm sure he didn't-โ€

โ€œShut up you!โ€

Marie ran out of her wedding. She pulled her mobile phone out of her diamond studded handbag and phoned Eric.

โ€œYou bastard! You never loved me! You let me go off and marry a fucking engineer! I love you Eric! You were the best accessory of all time!โ€

ALPHA

"I don't need an erection when I'm this rich," laughed Alpha Romero, who lay happy and plump on his waterbed. His stick-thin wife on the floor was a draft excluder who sobbed through rigid, cocaine shakes.

THE MAN THEY ALL RESPECTED

โ€œEverything everywhere comes together and expands and contracts into a contradictory, chaotic order. All our notions of individuality and self-determination pour together into one unified and collective whole of separations. We are all one and there is no need to worry.โ€

* * *

โ€œYou'll only understand what it means when you get it,โ€ said the man they all respected.

They all nod.

โ€œI understand it all,โ€ the man continues. โ€œYou only have yourselves to blame if you don't understand. You can't blame other people for your problems.โ€

They all nod.

It is their entire fault.

โ€œForget your future and your past and live in the here and now. Listen to the sound of my enlightened, mindful, soothing voice and breathe deeply.โ€

They all breathe deeply.

Eyes closed and relaxed.

Outside, someone gets kicked to death on the pavement under a poster of the Dalai Lama shaking hands with a policeman.

RESISTANCE

โ€œIโ€™ve decided on three ground rules,โ€ said the patient. โ€œONE: no labels or diagnoses. TWO: no conventional psychology, I donโ€™t like it! THREE: donโ€™t talk about my past; whether it be my childhood, adolescence or yesterday. FOUR: there are more rules but youโ€™ll find out about those when you BREAK THEM!โ€

โ€œSo why do you feel like you need to see a therapist?โ€ asked CounselBot C0N1.

โ€œSo I can shout at your indoctrinated, orthodox face!โ€

AGENDA

I stumble into the meeting room and the fat heads of management stare at me. I must look cool.

Emmett Corcoran is at the whiteboard with a marker pen in his ham hand. He's done some statistics again.

โ€œWe are happy for any member of staff to sit in on our meetings,โ€ says Emmett. โ€œEven if you are only on a temporary contract.โ€

He indicates a chair.

โ€œPlease take a seat.โ€

I light a cigarette and kick the chair over.

โ€œI prefer to stand.โ€

I lift up my sunglasses, Emmett reels back in shock at my bloodshot stare. I snatch the pen from Emmett's pig hand.

โ€œIf youโ€™re ill,โ€ said Emmett. โ€œYou should have phoned your agency and asked for the day off.โ€

โ€œI've never felt better, so shut your mouth Emmett!โ€

โ€œIf you have something to say you should have emailed me earlier. I could have added it as an agenda item.โ€

โ€œI've got three agenda items!โ€

โ€œYou should have emailed me any new agenda items. We fix agenda items before our meetings.โ€

โ€œSomeone needs to fix your arse!โ€

I squeakily scrawl on the whiteboard:

โ€œEAT, SHIT AND DIE.โ€

โ€œAgenda items one, two and three,โ€ I proclaim.

* * *

Ten minutes later, I'm escorted outside by security.

I lean against a lamp post and puke.

A man comes over with his dog.

โ€œAre you all right mate?โ€ he simpers, his dog sniffs the puke.

โ€œLeave me alone! Or I'll set fire to both of you!โ€

TRAP

The little boy looked up in wonder.

A beautiful illusion of a desert landscape in the sky.

Clouds suffused with the setting of a big, orange sun.

โ€œKeep your eyes on the pavement or youโ€™ll step in dog muck!โ€

That's what his mum told him.

He looked down and saw a white, dried dog poo. He stepped out of its way, knowing that he would be due for a smack with a slipper if he stepped in any mess.

They got back home to their terraced house on their dead, shit world. His dad sat at the kitchen counter with a plate of grey pork and white chips. He slapped a newspaper with disgust.

โ€œThem lot are bloody killing us!โ€ he said, in an ill-written Yorkshire accent.

The little boy stood at the window and saw that the desert landscape in the sky had changed from orange to a purple, pinkish blue. A soothing texture of blossom.

"What you looking at?" asked his dad.

"The sky," answered the little boy.

"Don't be wet!"

His dad

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