Sunday, 28 February 2016

Intertexts


“ “ “ “ “ “What?” he exclaimed, as the turtle tipped the truck over, as his friend asked him something he didn't quite catch,” she narrated, and continued narrating her story to her voice-recorder, pacing to and fro in her sweltering flat, stark naked,” he told to an assembly of drooling, drunk spies,” he finished, concluding a night of heavy story-telling,” she said, not sure where she had lead her audience...”
 

Circumstances

  Where have you been? Missed you so. You haven’t changed, I’ve moved on. Both are scary, what’s come over us? Perhaps because no one’s lett...