"hey - lydi, got a light?" "literally, metaphorically, or spiritually? because i have none." "that's a bit gloomy, don't you think?" "it's punk rock."

"If it weren't for the spaces between our fingers, our hands would never interlock. Maybe this space between us, this 9,614 kilometre space, would bring us closer still. Or not." This is the story of Phoebe and her first heartbreak. This is also the story of her restoration.

In which two teens meet on the streets of a modern day Northern Ireland and never really tell each other anything. © 2014 inexistence Short Story #91 [09.10.14] Teen Fic #332 [11.10.14]

the story of two teens who kill time. short story; #175 (22nd April 2014) (2014, 2015, 2017)