Fiction

Pauline and Jess at Sunset

An excerpt from a short story.

And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round,
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground.

Rot in hell, you old bastard. Also, happy birthday. I hope you choke on a piece of cake and die.

Spiders, cicadas, millipedes, butterflies…they’re always locked in a life-or-death struggle, but they’re much more innocent than we humans.

I am alone now, but I was alone even when they lived here by the thousands, so I am used to the experience.

Every life ends, Samuel, so your average plonker spends theirs in fear.