lockdown-lust

Here in my Private Locker, the digital vault where I bury my dirtiest secrets, I finally crack it open. Heart pounding. This one’s been locked tight for years. That endless lockdown. Curfew. Attestations. I’m in the supermarket, aperitifs aisle, stretching for plain biscuits on the top shelf. Tall as I am, I tip-toe. Packet slips….