Sunday, June 5

‘Que fuerte,’ says the girl at the end of the curving eyelashes. We gurgle mashed-up watermelon in silence for a while, thinking. The eyelashes sweep down then up. Down and up again, making a faint whooshing sound as they do so. Her lower lip catches for an instant on her teeth.

The silence is stretching thin, now. ‘Used to have a dog,’ she says, ‘but my parents sacrificed it.’
‘Oh,’ I console. I used to have a life once, but Germaine Greer sacrificed it. She doesn’t know who Germaine Greer is. She is lucky. Que fuerte.

things from another time...

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other stuff by me

Unfinished Story Number One
Unfinished Story Number Two


other, superior people

Magnetic Kid Liv
The Man Who Fell Asleep
Ass Wide Open


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