Waves kiss cliffs. There’s no stars in the sky so we’ve left the car headlights on. We switched the radio off because we only get static out here. “Do you want to hear a lie?” “It’s fucking cold out here.” “Do you want to hear a lie?” “Why not.” We’re alone, a few metres away… Continue reading You know I’m awful at this on the spot bullshit.
Category: Short
Minutes Before Sleep
This house is creaking more often than it should, more often that it has before. My eyes run along cracks in the ceiling. I imagine myself small enough to climb up the wall and through one of these cracks. I imagine it runs all the way through the ceiling, up past the rafters and outside… Continue reading Minutes Before Sleep
Leeches
“You know when you’ve got nothing and they take that too, what’s that called?” “You’re so boring.” “Fuck you.” “Whatever Nietzsche.” I punch him in the shoulder and he laughs so I punch him again. He ignores me and pushes between my knees, leaning his chest against mine. His weight presses me against the shower… Continue reading Leeches