Macao Village, Dominican Republic A skinny kid with a YSL belt holding up the trousers of his funeral suit played a bamboo trumpet. It wailed above the revving scooters and pounding drums. The sun flashed on his belt buckle. His eyes were too big for his head. Spirits didn’t…
Berlin Zoo – July 1945 Even the summer sun was ashamed to show its face, shrouded by ashen clouds that glowed as if from distant shell fire. Dust hung leaden in the air, and carcasses of once proud buildings spilled their viscera onto desolate streets where the contents of former…
They were sitting without touching, side by side on the couch watching the latest AI Studios blockbuster on the wallscreen. It was a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. Molly was wearing something blue that submerged her in the blue glow of the room. A headline scrolled along the foot of the…
Alec was thinking about skin. How was it formed? Was it just packaging for bones? He pinched the flesh on the back of his hand, watching it spring back. Even as Mr Parsons paced down the rows of desks in his brown leather brogues he couldn’t trust his thoughts not…
It was Thatcher that opened the doors of places like this to people like me, and ever since then bad things have been happening to me almost daily. Now the world spins a cyclone and I pitch headlong into a linen draped table at the end of the room that…