These lazy afternoons are made of bones and tiny pieces of your nose and the image of your outie belly button laced with sugar and a length of string lassoed around a tooth or it could be the moon. Depends whether we’re on talking terms or not. Gonna have a beer and shave my pubes and then place them in an envelope and send them to you sealed with a kiss plus a photograph of me as a kid back when my hair was more ginger and I was a hyperactive dick, as opposed to now when I’m just old and strange. I’ve got sunburn and I’m all out of rolling tobacco and my teeth hurt and there hasn’t been a terrorist attack in months and I’m worried that when I next take the train I’ll be caught up in one and end up as some body outlined by chalk…
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Categories: Sudden Denouement
Author S. K. Nicholas 
Pieces of someone else, but so many pieces of YOU, Stephen. Very much loved this and smiled all the way through the chalk outlines and the thought of you being “wrapped up in infamy”. X
Thank you ever so much, Allane. I’m delighted you found so many pieces of me in this piece. And of course I’m tickled you enjoyed the ‘infamy’ line 🙂 x
I had to, didn’t I? Haha. You’re the least psychoesque person I’ve never met. x
Haha! I’m glad I don’t come off as a nutter. Although they always say it’s the quiet ones, don’t they 😉 x
I don’t doubt that you’ll be famous one day, but infamous..? I don’t think so. Your capacity for love is too big. x
Your kindness makes me smile on a cold night, Allane. Thank you x