“I wouldn’t mind being out of this fucking well.”
Tag: flash fiction
My Neighbour, the Cougher
It sounds like he’s trying to gargle with cats.
Lost in the Stars
Forget about the slow burn. I burn cold. I cannot sustain the heat of my big sisters and, after a few billion years, I will be cold,… Read more “Lost in the Stars”
Practical jokes for the bored ghost
iPhones weren’t around when Bekka died.
Deracinate – to tear something up by the roots
It is surprisingly easy to run away. Step one: pick a destination. Easy. Mum and Dad’s place. They’ll let me crawl under the covers in their spare… Read more “Deracinate – to tear something up by the roots”
