Apologising several times to the girl with a nameless name badge who kept telling me there was no need to apologise, I paid for my blueberry muffins and toffee before heading back outside into the sunshine. The street was busy, and life was everywhere, and yet although it felt good to be part of the… Read more

The girl in the uniform with a name badge without a name looks at me as if I were odd. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d received such a look. Although I would say, it was probably the first time it was fully justified, for never before had I passed out in a store… Read more

Picking up a packet of blueberry muffins and tucking it under my arm, I search the next aisle and find a box of toffee that reminds me of my childhood. It has a picture of a lighthouse on it and is adorned with a plethora of creamy colours that speak to my soul of an… Read more

Among the stores we frequented most was a place named Judy’s. It sold the best wine, and by best, I mean cheapest. They also had a wide range of snacks, and some healthy shit too, but I wouldn’t know much about that. Meeko had perused that particular aisle when she was going through her vegan… Read more

The sound of wind chimes made way for the sound of traffic lights, and as I stood there with the taste of Meeko on my lips, I had the urge to buy myself some toffee. Toffee for me, and blueberry muffins for her. And some wine, for life always tasted better with wine. The street… Read more

She should’ve been in work today but called in sick on account of having toothache. A lie if ever there was one. She has perfect teeth, which is strange considering all the sugary food she eats, and she never seems to put on weight either. She never stops eating. I often wake in the middle… Read more

It’s been a few years since they fired her for eating that stolen chocolate éclair. She works in a coffee shop now someplace downtown. She hasn’t learnt from her mistakes though, as I know for a fact that when she’s hungry, she takes the freshly cooked muffins they make and secretly eats them in the… Read more

She goes by the name of Meeko these days. Has done so for a while. I guess it’s understandable considering her mother’s Japanese. Not that I’ve ever met her mother, that is. I’m not sure why she chose herself that particular name. I’ve asked several times, but she never replies, just makes these strange animal… Read more

As their lips met, Herbie poked his head out from the pocket of X’s dress. The animals moving about them were no longer animals but glowing orbs, and behind what had been their animal faces, he saw them for who and what they really were. He didn’t have an answer—he was just a hamster after… Read more