She retreated an inch within and the piss porcelain and wet paper towels and the shit littered tiles and her size seven boot, printing damp jam to the door of the lavatory where she found herself, all seemed suddenly quite salubrious. But she wouldn't take a piss in there. Breathed out, rubbed her arms, rubbed … Continue reading And When I Sleep, Luella. [v]
lunch boxes: Raymond: Un-iced fruitcake, (sweetened black) tea. Malcolm: Pork & Turkey sandwich, tea. Mike: Chicken wrap, fruit pot yoghurt (raspberry), tea. Nick: Scotch egg, camembert & blueberry sandwich, tea.
He waited a while longer, but he saw no return. He got out from under and he went upstairs. He laid in the bath and rolled another cigarette from an ashtray collection. The mirror steamed and rain drummed the thin glass in the skylight. When the water lost its heat, he climbed out, dried himself and … Continue reading The Table.
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