Going Mobile

A lumpy couch squatted in one of the corners. Someone had tossed a thin blanket and a pillow on top of it. Otherwise, the living room was devoid of furniture. Darlene pointed towards the couch. “You three can fight over who gets to sleep there. Otherwise, the floor is available. I’m off to bed.”

One-way fares

The flight from Seattle to Paris was in autumn but we were exhausted, broke and travel weary, seeking the shelter of our makeshift English base, not the euphoria of Paris.  We could be turned back or detained and deported.

Endling

Life is not the absence of decay, but its recursive integration—always bordering on its own putrefaction. Endling is alien not because it is unintelligible, but because it resists anthropocentric domestication.

Eaters of the Dead

Digger quietly cleaned up the torn dirt, replaced bits of bone as he could and buried others, telling no one of his actions or the causes. He had come into the habit of wandering the graveyard in the evening, listening for the scraping sound of tooth on bone.

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