The nature of flings

By Sasha Johnston
Updated January 18 2015 - 9:46pm, first published 9:30pm
Picture: STEPHEN BACCON
Picture: STEPHEN BACCON

I had a little fling recently. It wasn't a big thing. But it was a thing. I was a walking cliché of selfish middle-class ennui: I've been married a long time, we've drifted apart, the spark has gone ... all the usual stuff. So I had a little fling. He was older, unburdened by the trappings of family life that were pulling me under. Charming and quick, he seemed light, like spun sugar for the soul.

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