The Weekend Australian - Travel - - TRAVEL & INDULGENCE -

‘It is the sad­dest night, for I am leav­ing and not com­ing back. To­mor­row morn­ing, when the woman I have lived with for six years has gone to work on her bi­cy­cle, and our chil­dren have been taken to the park with their ball, I will pack some things into a suit­case, slip out of my house hop­ing that no one will see me, and take the tube to Vic­tor’s place. There, for an un­spec­i­fied pe­riod, I will sleep on the floor in the tiny room he has kindly of­fered me, next to the kitchen. Each morn­ing I will heave the thin sin­gle mat­tress back to the air­ing cup­board. I will stuff the musty du­vet into a box. I will re­place the cush­ions on the sofa. I will not be re­turn­ing to this life. I can­not. Per­haps I should leave a note to con­vey this in­for­ma­tion.’


IN­TI­MACY (1998)

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