Andi Watson has a beautiful, simple way with his lines in this period of his work. While it is a chief strength for him, it also works against him...at least for me. Though his stories tend to be evocative and emotionally true, I find I read him so quickly that I'm hard justified to keep paying for his shorter works, like Dumped.
Dumped is a perfectly brief and dead-on portrait of the beginnings and ends of a relationship between two unlikely people. Watson has drawn from this well once before, in Breakfast After Noon, and seems to be aware of the similarities, as we can see that book's characters reappearing here. Not only are the characters similar (deadbeat guy who won't admit it, deadbeat girl with aspirations), but the relationships bear similarities as well. Sadly, these are neither of them particularly happy stories, but here at least we can believe these two aren't giving up anything much to be with each other. Even sadder, the not-happy-not-unhappy ending is all too like real life.
These kitchen-sink dramas of Watson's are the only things of his I've read, only because it seems he veers completely from this into pure fantasy, and I'm just not interested in the latter from him. This stuff is what he does very well, and though I'd rater read Dumped in a book collected with other shorter stories, I don't regret having it around.