The Hedge

She was small but heavy, and she had a problem with perspiration. I liked her, but not too much. We wrote each other letters on whatever came to hand; used envelopes, receipts, wrappers from food products. I left… Read More

Moanday.

The sky was burgundy, and I was sweating. Big fat salty globules that appeared on my forehead and ran into my eyes, temporarily blinding me and forcing me to stop running every few steps to clear my vision… Read More

Welcome.

I have just woken up inside a machine. There is a keyboard, and when I type, it comes out here.