In Bloom. C.J. Skuse
August – 13 weeks, 4 days
Friday, 10th August – 13 weeks, 5 days
Saturday, 11th August – 13 weeks, 6 days
Sunday, 12th August – 14 weeks exactly
Monday, 13th August – 14 weeks, 1 day
Thursday, 27th September – 20 weeks, 4 days
Friday, 28th September – 20 weeks, 5 days
Saturday, 29th September – 20 weeks, 6 days
Tuesday, 2nd October – 21 weeks, 2 days
Thursday, 4th October – 21 weeks, 4 days
Friday, 5th October – 21 weeks, 5 days
Saturday, 6th October – 21 weeks, 6 days
Thursday, 11th October – 22 weeks, 4 days
Tuesday, 16th October – 23 weeks, 2 days
Friday, 19th October – 23 weeks, 5 days
Monday, 22nd October – 24 weeks, 1 day
Thursday, 25th October – 24 weeks, 4 days
Monday, 29th October – 25 weeks, 1 day
Wednesday, 31st October – 25 weeks, 3 days
Friday, 2nd November – 25 weeks, 5 days
Saturday, 10th November – 26 weeks, 6 days
Sunday, 11th November – 27 weeks exactly
Wednesday, 14th November – 27 weeks, 3 days
Friday, 16th November – 27 weeks, 5 days
Wednesday, 21st November – 28 weeks, 3 days
Friday, 23rd November – 28 weeks, 5 days
Monday, 26th November – 29 weeks, 1 day
Tuesday, 27th November – 29 weeks, 2 days
Thursday, 29th November – 29 weeks, 4 days
Saturday, 1st December – 29 weeks, 6 days
Sunday, 2nd December – 30 weeks exactly
Wednesday, 5th December – 30 weeks, 3 days
Saturday, 8th December – 30 weeks, 6 days
Thursday, 13th December – 31 weeks, 4 days
Tuesday, 18th December – 32 weeks, 2 days
Thursday, 20th December – 32 weeks, 4 days
Sunday, 23rd December – 33 weeks exactly
Monday, 24th December – 33 weeks, 2 days
Tuesday, 25th December – 33 weeks, 3 days
Wednesday, 26th December – 33 weeks, 4 days
Thursday, December 27th – 33 weeks, 5 days
Friday, December 28th – 1 day post-partum
Sunday, 24th June – 7 weeks pregnant
KNOCK KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
So there I was, red-handed, red-faced, naked and straddling a corpse. His body is covered in my DNA so even if I did toss him over the balcony onto several parked hatchbacks, the evidence would lead straight back to me.
KNOCK KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
‘Jesus Christ police have got loud knocks. Okay okay okay okay think whatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo?’ Prison is a no no. I’ve seen Orange is the New Black. I can’t do all that lesbianing. It looks exhausting.
ANSWER THE FUCKING DOOR!
‘Yeah, I guess I’m gonna have to, aren’t I?’
I fling on my dressing gown and tiptoe across to the bedroom door. The knock comes again and I jump a clear foot in the air.
For crying out loud, Mummy. This isn’t just about you now. You’ve got me to think about. Answer it and tell them you can’t speak to them now.
‘Oh yeah they’re gonna love that, aren’t they? “Sorry, Sarge, could you pop out for a couple of doughnuts while I dispose of this corpse I’ve been sleeping with, then do feel free to come back with your Marigolds on and have a good root around?” It’s not gonna wash, Foetus Face.’
KNOCK KNOCK.
Right well that knocking is getting right on my tits now so just answer it. You’ll think of something.
I’ll admit, I’d have been lost if it hadn’t been for that little voice