Fiction

Your words are crime scene. Your words are murder two counts. You debase yourself. Your tongue is lifeless sand. Why does it even curl there in the dim … Read more

 -he in the booth sits with his apple-round back hunched over the booklet – he is studying up – to impress Eliza – head admin keeper with a … Read more

His blue contact lenses do not quite conceal this. He sees himself in his mirror at two in the morning. He is using thick pink makeup to conceal … Read more