At that moment he knows that he’s in a giant anthill, that he’s walking towards his grave and that he must get out of here to stay alive as fast as he can.
Author Archives: flawnt
02:46 Santa Fe, New Mexico
Goose is in the oven, green and red cabbage on the stove, boiling away, dumplings ready wrapped in warm towels. Two of the kids have been charged with setting the table.
01:46 – San Diego, California
The woman drifted past me like a specter but I wasn’t drunk and I knew that she was real. As I looked, she turned round, came back and stood in front of me just like you now.
Flatulence
He was supposed to place photographs of his family, if he had them, on the desk. He was not supposed to leave a pair of handcuffs or a butt plug, if he had them, laying around on that desk.
00:46 hrs – Juneau, Alaska
He feels he’s linked to the terrier somehow, if only because of his unerring sense of loyalty and his love for ships, because here, near the end of the world, ships mean life will go on.
23:46 hrs – Kiritimati, Christmas Island
The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death.
The serious writer gets a flick
After some deliberation, he finally settled on an indie called, somewhat obscurely, “Julia, Julienne, Jules And Their Incredibly Indelible Love Affair Between The Sheets Of A Greek Tavern In My Neighbourhood”.
The serious writer and his eye patch
He finally left the house to get some air. Out on the street, a break dancer was spinning round and round. His xanthous baseball cap lay on the sidewalk like a sacred Tibetan bronze bowl.
Rose Petals
A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell from her considerable, prized height on the ice in front of the grocer’s and stayed down, her long, shapely legs distorted somehow.
