Noelle Simpson

    The girls sat in the same spot, around the same time every Saturday morning. This morning Moira stared at Rose intently. “Well? …Are you my best friend or not?” Moira had insisted on defining the status of their friendship which made Rose uncomfortable. She sat still, chin in hand. “Can I think about it?”

    Seed by Noelle Simpson. Image by Chris Killip.

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