I had almost reached the front of the line and was looking forward to puking into the gaping, unflushable hole of the port-a-potty when I felt something tugging on the hem of my dress. I looked down. Hanging onto me was a small child, four or five years old, with spiked brown hair...
Dirt lined each of her wrinkles, emphasising them with a brown colour not her own. She was herself a fossil, hollowed and cracked. “He has such beautiful smooth skin,” she said. “Dark like soil. Like wet earth.” She brought her hands close to inhale the pungent damp smell of the...
Liam turned the corner and looked up at the stippled brown mass, half as big as a man’s head, jammed between the gutter downpipe and eaves of his cottage. A little black capped head poked out of a hole offset to one side at the top. “Well I’ll be....
But there was a clear space in one corner of the room, and the Lady Isolde got Jory set up there with the big brown and white war dog who'd been asleep by the hearth, and a ball made of tied up rags. Jory was tossing the ball to the dog and clapping his hands before Dera had...
But this year they just turned a soggy brown, like patches of dried blood. Even nature seems depressed. Maybe I should go out, try to take my mind off things. Go for a drive, a walk in the park...its dark…men out there…lurking in the bushes and…oh my god there’s someone ...