She’s nice, her. Not wanting.
Some guy had said, not long
into the exchange – although
this was only worked out later
with the help of a free
online translation service.
It had been guessed at the time –
by the shift in his eye, the comma
of a swiftly upturned mouth –
that the words niet te willen
would be worth remembering.
She had kept them on her fingers:
drummed upon a leg
then released again,
in quavers, and
semi-quavers.
Fiona Inglis grew up in the North and South of Scotland – although firmly considers herself Glaswegian. She has a BA Hons in English and Journalism & Creative Writing from The University of Strathclyde. Her writing has been published in Valve Journal, The Missing Slate and Slim Volume amongst others, nominated for the Pushcart Prize and short-listed for the 2015 Bridport Prize.