40 – Flat Hunting (part 2)

The Mansions were tucked under one of the fine hairs on the girl’s cheek. They started pushing into the hair, moving cells aside, hollowing out the middle, forming holes spiralling up its length like windows in a tower.  While they worked, they listened to the girl and the woman. The pair had been walking forContinue reading “40 – Flat Hunting (part 2)”

37 – Bad Influence (part 7)

The light from the hallway cast a bar that fell on Mandy in the chair beside Anna’s bed. Anna had fallen asleep, a strawberry bootlace hung, halfway eaten, from her mouth. She snored like a bison. On the cushioned stool in front of the dresser Mr Vance slumped, his chin on his chest, drool cobwebbed his beard.

34 – Bad Influence (part 4)

In the surgery car park, a cute cream scooter was parked next to Mandy’s purple Toyota. Leaning against it was a diminutive young woman in a bright yellow raincoat, swiping through something on her phone. She had short, messy red hair and a perky demeanour, as if she were on a lunchbreak from being aContinue reading “34 – Bad Influence (part 4)”

23

I’m running again. I seem to be doing an awful lot of this lately. You’d think I’d be fitter. The cobbles slap under my feet, stinging them, buildings wobble by on either side of us. Some are on fire and being buzzed and soaked by clouds and dirigibles. I hear the anguished howls of Florend’sContinue reading “23”

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