Twister
As Jeff approached her by the canapés,Ellie readied herself. Jeff was nice enough,but he was always trying to touch her – and often did – on her shoulders,elbows,the small of her back. Not wanting to hurt his feelings,she never said anything. Instead,on seeing his hand coming,she’d learned to shift and sway like wheat in the wind. She’d drop a shoulder here,twist her hips there,contort herself into shapes like a pretzel or walking Egyptian. Such evasive manoeuvres proved beneficial. Not only did Jeff struggle to lay a hand on her,she became very good at Twister. – Words by Paul Connolly. Illustration by Jim Pavlidis.