Author S. K. Nicholas

Dust particles on my fingers and a cool breeze that speaks her name in Mandarin. It comes through the window like a butterfly, and when I’m lying there on my back reading some book I purchased from a charity shop, it’s like life is a dream somehow. There’s a distant ringing of a car alarm, Read more

I’ve been drinking, and so decide to put graffiti on her belly with red lipstick. Read about this thing called the Theban alphabet on Wikipedia, you see, but as I’m drunk, I make most of it up and scrawl away regardless. She doesn’t notice though. She’s too busy eating grapes. Got them from the Tesco Read more

As X spins in a gust of wind, the colours of the world snap themselves free from the shapes that contain them, and as a long, drawn-out cry escapes her throat, the force of it shatters all the windows of the store, sending shards of glass raining down on the shoppers and members of staff Read more

After collecting her bottle of wine and packet of pastry, X pays for them as if in a trance, not speaking or making eye contact with the person serving at the checkout. Outside, she looks over to her car but decides to have a cigarette. Standing there beneath a canopy at the entrance to the Read more