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Upon cracking her skull on the frame of the window, she falls to the floor in a heap. Reaching down, I pat her and ask if she’s okay. It’s a patronising pat; one I repeat until she comes to her senses. “Dickhead,” she snaps. “There’s no need to be like that,” I say with a Read more
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Shrieking as I press the cold bottle of beer against her flesh, I grin while taking a sip from my own. “Idiot!” she proclaims before grabbing the bottle and bringing it to her lips. Chugging it down as if it were water, she burps in my face and then wipes her mouth with the back Read more
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“I see that dog all the time now,” she says, “he hangs around watching those coming and going from the stores and apartment blocks.” “What do you think he’s up to?” I ask. “I’m not sure,” she replies, “he could be a stray, or he could be one of those dogs that spends its days Read more
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She smells of leaves. Wet Leaves. Wet leaves drying beneath the sun on a sidewalk far from the gaze of passers-by. Such leaves are crinkly and delicate and brittle to touch and are more beautiful for it. Sniffing behind her ear, I’m taken back to some lost autumn from my childhood, and to a field Read more
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“Come hold me,” she says, and just like that, I snap from my fugue state and wrap my arms around her waist. “Do you want to go out? Or shall we stay in and watch the world go by?” Her question isn’t a question at all. Neither of us wishes to go out. There’s enough Read more
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“When will you let me take it?” I ask. Placing her feet on the ground, she lets out a muted yawn before wiggling her toes. Looking at them the same as she does, they remind me of juicy little piggies getting ready to go to market. “Not now, if that’s what you’re implying. You’ll have Read more
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“I wanna paint a picture of you,” I tell her, “a picture of your secret place.” “Not happening,” she says emphatically. Finding my cigarettes, I smoke one even though I know it’ll play havoc on my guts. “If you let me, I’ll be doing something no man has ever attempted with you. Think of how Read more
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Flicking the ash of her cigarette onto the heads of those passing below, she rocks back and forth while listening to the music coming from someone’s stereo. It’s a beat that sounds too reggae for my liking. Truth be told, I’ve never liked reggae on account that it’s uplifting. You see, I like my tunes Read more
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At some point, me dozing becomes a sleep proper, and in the space that exists only in my cunning mind, I have semi-strange dreams involving Meeko slicing off her skin with a stainless-steel kitchen knife. Hacking away oblivious to the pain she must be in, she takes off every last ounce of flesh as casually Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 