Victoria Lynne Barclay

This is a love story. It’s hands that smell of Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue after days spent clutching fistfulls of her hair. It’s the rain hitting the earth in a way that reminds you of blood, that makes you think the world's holding a knife to your underwear. It’s the spins. It’s running out of air because you gulped too much of it while you were sobbing. It’s waking up hot and sticky. It’s desperately falling in love with your best friend inside a camping tent while everything outside rages.

Kerry’s a Crisis Loan Officer at the Department for Work and Pensions. That means she spends all day, every day, talking to people on the phone who need her help. It’s May 2010 and Labour’s just lost the General Election. That means Gordon Brown’s on his way out and the new Coalition C*nts Clegg & Cameron are on their way in. The old Team Leader disappeared lately. That means this new bunny that’s sitting on Kerry’s desk must be her new boss, right?

Trudy needs to get out of the Mardi so she can live a life of her own. Shame those men keep dragging her back in there. Inspired by Gertrude from Hamlet.

Paula needs to finish remembering the best parts of her childhood best friend so that she can be brought back to life. Inspired by The Winter's Tale.