i once fell in love with a tiny girl with flashing eyes and a determined jawline which warned me not to shit around, but instead of the contemptuous tone i first expected, she spoke with an amused welsh twang which i fell for immediately. within two days i was taking polaroids of her, sun-wreathed and naked on her parents' bed, her face still wearing a bemused look of shock that she had consented to allow me to do so. she came across as quite nervous on her own, not least because of a strange habit she had of speedily assessing any room she went into, looking at the window, checking out the door, presumably to judge how quickly they could be thrown open if the need arose. i knew she was about to disappear when after a couple of weeks she began fixing me with the same calculating gaze.
