Things don’t happen to me. I wake up, I go to work, I come home, I go to sleep. That’s it. Life is normal and uneventful and I’m happy with it staying that way. Until I found the mouth. It started with an itch. A tickling on the edge of my elbow and then there… Continue reading Moe’s Mouth
Into the mirror of his mother’s downstairs bathroom Peter stared. Susan stared right back. Peter on one side of aluminium, glass and paint, and Susan reflected perfectly back on the other. They stared, at the pimple pulsing in the centre of Peter’s forehead. Peter raised two hands, shaking as he placed a finger on either side… Continue reading Peter/Susan
There's a hole in my head and everyone is looking at it. Looking through it from one side of my mind to the other. The hole is growing. Stretching. Across my forehead meeting tear duct nostril then mouth. Everyone is looking at me. The hole in my head spreads down my body to the floor.… Continue reading (who)le
I check the cable ties again and frown. He’s sweating and keeps moving about so much I’m worried he’ll get loose. I’ve always trusted rope more than these stupid bits of plastic but the company won’t fork out for anything these days. ‘Superfluous and unreliable’. Idiots. I use a second tie around both his wrists… Continue reading Anything You Want, You Can Have.