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See you on rooftops

A bell woke me. A bell brought me to my senses each time the day felt as if it was unrav­el­ling. And a final bell lulled me into dust particles of sleep that night. Dis­solve and dis­ap­pear with me now. When my eyes fall open, the sound of the lazy dull hub­bub of a Sunday morning […]

This boot was made for hiding

I don’t wish to worry you, but I have spent the last three days locked in the boot of your car, trav­el­ling with you cross-country. You are now at your des­tin­a­tion. I am cur­rently parked (as I ima­gine it) under the shade of a tree, try­ing to breathe in cool air amidst the swel­ter­ing temperatures. […]

Stranger strange

Someone stu­pid asked if we were friends. There was a chilly silence from the assembled drunken masses, until the moment when you revealed an iron crow­bar kept in the lin­ing of your jacket. Over there, a jaw loosened. Over here, a hand seized. “Did you come armed for trouble?” I asked, pulling on your sleeve […]

The true meaning of …

The day you lose all your fac­ulties will be the day I use a plastic fork to slowly remove your eye­balls from their sock­ets. I’ll keep them in a small jewel box, thought­fully lined with deep purple vel­vet. That will be the point at which I’ll know that we’re finally ready to grow old and […]

An unofficial deed poll moment

Names have been changed to pro­tect the inno­cent. I will admit as much. That prob­ably means I’m guilty. Which means that I changed my name to pro­tect the guilty, rather than the inno­cent. Or did I change my name to pro­tect myself because I’m inno­cent, thereby mak­ing myself guilty in the pro­cess? I’m con­fused. I […]