The plan And so Eve set out to make a fool of herself with her accomplice Fez in toe. They wrote out a whole essay about being sorry with neon coloured ink, got hold of Eve’s guitar that hadn’t been tuned in a long time and off …

It had been over a month and Danai was still not coming round. Eve had tried everything: begging, pleading, threatening, apologizing for threatening and then begging again and it wasn’t working. Word on the Lesboville streets was that Danai had moved on – some woman …

Eve felt a claustrophobic silence everywhere in the house now. Hard to imagine such a small apartment being so loud with no one talking. The bed stretched on for miles… four corners that went on for days, she didn’t sleep in it anymore; she fell …

Eve knocked on Nto’s little bachelorette flat and stood impatiently tapping her foot. It was 2pm in the afternoon and she had decided to waste her much appreciated time and sort the issue with Nto out. She had a day off and would have loved …

‘We have to end this Nto…’ They were sitting on a bench the Zoolake, Nto threw some bread crumbs to the little ducklings impatiently quacking at the edge of the water and collected her thoughts quietly. ‘Why?’ she finally asked, the panic she felt only …

‘Babe…’ Danai’s tone made Eve sit up straight in bed. ‘Yes…’ ‘What’s the deal with Nto?’ her question sounded nonchalant but Eve wasn’t fooled. ‘What do you mean?’ she took the lotion Danai passed over to her and rubbing some into her hands, massaged it …

Eve stepped into the small bathroom to wash her hands, she’d been busy at the braai the entire evening. Music played loudly in the lounge, everyone drank and talked at the top of their voices, wanting to be heard yet not listening to one another, …