“I know you all hate me yeah, but you don’t know the truth.” The kid’s words are slurred and angry. “That song. It’s not really music…”
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Brand new and floating away
The shoreline is flooded right up to the cliffs and my new trainers are floating away. They bob and flash in the water like a far off lifeboat. We’re stranded…
Backed Onto The Tracks
…commuters’ eyes that
flash past and snap and snatch at
scenes of gardens filled with scraps.
Fly Trap- Flash Fiction
After the barricade, we smashed through cutlery drawers, pulled knives from meat joints and slapped rolling pins into our hands. Beating ourselves into bravery…
