Miss All Sunday Novels & Stories

Sunday passed without contact. Daniel had expected this — had sent the quiet day message and received the quiet day response and understood that Adrian would honour it in the full sense, which meant not checking in, not sending a casual text to fill the silence, not requiring anything. He had been right. The Sunday was entirely his, which was what he had asked for and what he needed and which sat with him, as the hours moved, with a specific and clarifying weight.

I also had a new neighbour move in where Chloe used to live which in turn made a bit sad because I missed them . Chloe's house and mine had a connecting gate and sooner if not later I was going to meet them . It was a Friday and I always made sure that I put in twice the work when it came to the last week of every month because it was our weekend off . Besides Mass on Sunday and a seven colours lunch , I spend most of my Sunday's sorting out orders for the next week.