Dirk Lotriet
2 minute read
17 Jul 2020
5:02 am

How sweet the poison of love

Dirk Lotriet

Earlier in the day, the lovely Snapdragon, my present wife, threatened me with her cooking skills.

Birthdays are great when you are the four-year-old Egg. Not so much when you are a middle-aged man. Yesterday was my birthday. It was all right, thanks to the fact that I managed to avoid any form of candle blowing. My ex-wife contacted me for the first time after the best part of a decade’s radio silence between us. When I saw her name, it did not register in my lazy mind. Then I opened the profile photo next to the familiarly unfamiliar name… Over the past years, I have made a conscious effort to forget her eyes, every line...