“Our eyes met across a crowded room.” So goes the old line from many films and countless cheap novels. In my case, it wasn’t true. The ‘crowded room’ part was correct, but I only saw the back of her head. A cascade of hair draped past her waist, and black. So black it seemed to absorb the light. I was hypnotised by it, my gaze fixed upon it. It drew me forward, a silent bidding. I eased myself away from the group I was wi...

It was a lovely evening but there was a chill in the air. The first hint that summer was giving way to autumn. It had been a lovely day with warm sunshine but now the evening had taken over as the shadows lengthened. Lizzie was on her way to the Thursday social at the local pub. She’d started going fairly early on and it had now become a regular part of her week and one she looked forward to. As she walked, she was lost i...

I’m the first to admit its not much of a pub. It’s certainly not one of those raucous city centre places, full of drunken yobs and tarty girls every Friday and Saturday night. I’m sure they make loads of money, but I couldn’t stand the hassle. Neither is it one of those twee and charming country pubs, that fill with twittering yuppies at the weekend, out for a Sunday lunch and quaffing their real ale and sipping their whi...

I felt sorry for Naomi, we both did. Jess and I were the youngest of the Thursday gang, apart from Naomi who was a couple of years younger than us. I’m Carol by the way, and Jess and I had been coming on a Thursday night for a few weeks. It became obvious very quickly that something had happened between Naomi and Sandra when Sandra arrived on her own. The two of them were always together, Naomi always following like a lit...

Hi, my name’s Patricia but people usually call me Trish. You might remember me from the story that Maz told of her ‘fun night’ with that young tart, Naomi. At the time, she asked me to write about what happened to me, but I really didn’t want to. I felt that what had happened between me and Sandra was too private and intimate. It was only after I read her version that I felt I had to. I needed to redress the balance. Ever...

First off, let me say sorry. We’ve met before although you might not realise it. Last time, I was telling you all about my adventures with lonely housewife Helen, but I never got around to introducing myself. My name is Maz. Okay, that’s not exactly my name but it’s what everyone calls me. My real name is Daisy May, which I loathe, and is something I curse my parents for on a daily basis. Luckily, I have one of those ditz...

“For fuck’s sake, Helen, it’s just a bunch of women! What are you getting so jittery about?” “It just doesn’t feel right, sorry.” Helen was one of my best friends. I’ve worked with her for years in the same office. It wasn’t like we’d not been to the pub before although, on previous occasions, it had been an after-work drink or two with a load of others from the office. This time was different, at least in her eyes. It wa...

As I walked to the table, a million manic butterflies were disco dancing inside me. I could have veered off and gone and sat at the other table with the main gang, but I wasn’t going to be a coward. Besides, Rach and Shona had seen me and had beckoned me over.   “Hi,” I said trying to sound bright and cheerful, but my own ears told me I was failing miserably.   “Hey, Suze, how’s it going?” they chorused and shuffled their...

Oh. Em. Gee. I have to tell you about this amazing girl I met a few weeks back. I’m so excited I have to share it with someone. Okay, once I calm down I’ll make a start …   There’s a pub near me that every Thursday night the back room gets taken over by women. I’m not telling you where as we try to keep it fairly quiet and I’m sure you’ve all got your own special places to go. Anyway, it’s just a village pub but it has a...