The first time he saw her- the girl in the wall- he knew he had to have her. He named her Annie. Her blemished layers and rough jacket seduced him. Her wrinkled skin oozed across her face like custard through a sieve. Her lines he traced with his erect finger - wet and ready. Her many faces, so angular - rectangular. Her symmetry amazed him and she always knew what to say; nothing.
by Natalie Claire Baker
Weeks had passed since the lover last touched the girl in the wall. He missed her. He had aged considerably since their last meeting; his skin had softened and his hair had grown coarse, leaving patches where the rest had fallen. His bones creaked; he could have sworn he sometimes heard them rub together as if in protest...
Natalie Claire Baker is a recent graduate from Kingston University with a BA (Hons) degree in Creative Writing with Drama. She currently works as Product Editor in children's entertainment publishing and drifts between poetry and playwriting.