Slept for an hour or two. Glimmers woke her. Shivers. The night. That woman in the bar. What had happened? Her eyes part-opened in the dark. What the fuck happened tonight? Suddenly alive, more than halfway sober. Cold minded. She got up and found her glamacam, viewed the screen, seeing once agai...
The traffic lights at Oxford and Whitworth were entangled by vines. It was difficult to see the lights change, red to yellow to green; everything was green stems, red and yellow flowers. It didn’t matter; mine was one of the few cars left on the street. The fever was taking its time with me. All ...
(I say “sitting” because the garden shed really did appear to be sitting on the grass, and rather awkwardly at that!) Above the closed door, a painted sign read: OGDEN'S REVERSE BUTCHERY. The garden shed was tilted precariously to one side, with many planks missing, and even more of them just abo...