Vienna

Vienna is as dark and cold as I had expected, although hiding in a clump of bushes with a syringe in my pocket is probably affecting my judgement. My…


The Bowling Alley

The toilet flushed. Jeanette knew what was coming next; a long yawn and the sound of cracking knuckles. She chuckled to herself, just like almost…


Ted

Every Saturday morning, Ted would stretch, fart and yawn. And stare at the ceiling. And stare. Until, at an undefined, unmeasurable moment, he would…