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When he caught her, he washed her feet in soda water. She didn’t put up much of a fight. Not because she wasn’t frightened, but because she had seen his face before. It was mundane. Lacking in distinctive features, and above all, as harmless as a crippled kitten lagging two steps behind the rest of Read more
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Scratching eyelashes sounding like the broken wings of a bird. Some scrawny thing scampering around in the gutter wishing for a boot to come put it out of its misery. Soon enough, the bird will be bones, and then the bones will be dust, and all the love in the world won’t be enough to Read more
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They say he’s satirical. Perhaps parasitical. One thing for sure is that the road he walks is as long as the tongue of a toad. No, it’s almost certainly longer, but the tongues of the toads on these roads grow long indeed. It might be hard for a closed mind to believe, but these are Read more
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There’s a guy who watches a girl who finds herself with mascara smeared across her face. Looks like claws; perhaps patterned butterfly wings. There are tiny constellations clinging to the hairs that populate her chin. You can barely see them, but he sees them quite clearly. In the store on the corner of the block Read more
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The cymbals rush, and I bite my tongue. No blood. Some blood. Nobodies looking. I must stress that I am not diabetic. Not to my knowledge. If a part of my body displeases me, I soak it in tea tree oil until it goes black and falls off. I soak my cock in a glass Read more
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In a bingo hall, near my old school, the outlines of people no longer around are visible at a specific time each day. It’s just after tea. Mid-afternoon. Tele and biscuits while the woman next door shaves her legs in full view of us kids on the brink of discovering the meaning behind our favourite Read more
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“I want you to come on that man’s head,” she says. Open-mouthed while imagining what it would be like to play on the slide in my grandparents’ old garden again, I don’t hear her words. Well, I do, but they don’t register. “Did you hear me?” This time the words resonate. It takes a few Read more
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Not vodka but pop. Neither cigarettes nor cigars, but rolled up post-it notes soggy after being chewed by soft, childish lips. Not the lips of the kids I went to school with, though. They’re all old now—old like forgotten oranges in a Christmas stocking—one that’s been tucked away for several months in a basement belonging Read more
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Stroking me off with magical fingers that had her once touted as a child prodigy on the piano, I grind my teeth as she takes me to the precipice of a place she’s taken me so many times before. Shaking as the ground swirls beneath me, I hold onto the branch above with the tips Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 