Marcus took another contemplative sip. “I’m still at the thinking stage. With Deni it was simple. The kitschest card, the sparkliest gift…
Fiction & Humour
Crazy to think she wasn’t allowed a history, given the obligation to confront Marcus’s past on an almost daily basis. When Bree spent nights here in Brixton, she’d often overlap with Deni, his ex, who’d arrive for work just as Bree was leaving. Deni’s apologies about intruding sat uneasily because she didn’t come across as a regretful kind of person. She was confident and ambitious.
His work defined him. Deni usually introduced them as “Deni and Marcus from The London Idea,” with the emphasis on the magazine’s name. People misheard it as ‘ideal’ or ‘Idyll’ or even ‘Lidl’ – not that Marcus would have minded working for the supermarket chain which was about to start paying the living wage. He doubted he earned much more.
The day hadn’t started well. Deni’s train got pulled at Peterborough so she’d had to change, which led to delays not long enough to warrant compensation, but still resulting in a late arrival to Kings Cross. Then she’d made off with an unpaid-for Big Issue thinking it was only Time Out. When she realised her error she thrust some coins at a busker on the other side of Euston Road, hoping to restore some good karma.