The Bad And The Beautiful

“It’s rejecting again, isn’t it.” It was a statement, not a question, flat and almost casual in delivery. The woman who said it lay sprawled on her back on a rumpled bed, rubbing the raised scar at her hairline with one hand, flicking ash off the end of a cigarette with the other. Both wereContinue reading “The Bad And The Beautiful”

"I Haven't Left The House In Ten Years…"

I haven’t left my house in ten years; after all, where would I go if I did? The windows have been boarded up for as long as I can remember, but children still throw stones and empty glass bottles at the outside of them, knowing I can hear from within. I don’t think any ofContinue reading “"I Haven't Left The House In Ten Years…"”