I stepped out into the garden for a smoke. The dog wouldn’t stop barking. Her yap sounded more like a raspy ‘RALP’ from a bigger dog. I tried to ignore it.
The Nothingness
We tell stories to ourselves with the most convincing narrative that is most appealing to our senses. I remember the long dark hall that led from my bedroom down into the large split house that had been swollowed by the gaping mouth that stopped at my door. It would devour me if it ever figured …