Serious nonsense.
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
It was time. Finally. Shaking hands grip my bicep and without looking up from my phone I pull my arm away. My gum has lost its flavour which sucks. “This sucks.” I say. His hands move from my arm to my waist, pulling tight. The feather tucked in his hair tickles my nose and I… Continue reading Goodbyes Are Hard
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
Here and nowhere else. 