and they made a right onto a road specked with fissures and thin plants. the woman pressed buttons on the radio. streetsigns came and went, Walt never knew what they wanted of him. a triangular one, yellow-on-red with an oblong black figure at its centre, crested the windscreen. Walt tasted salt
August 13, 2025 at 2:56 PM
and they made a right onto a road specked with fissures and thin plants. the woman pressed buttons on the radio. streetsigns came and went, Walt never knew what they wanted of him. a triangular one, yellow-on-red with an oblong black figure at its centre, crested the windscreen. Walt tasted salt
a hot globule scorched the underside of his wrist and this is when he decided to leave. there was already a woman in his car. "There he is", she said, but Walt didn't know her. he put a thick key in the ignition and turned it to notice the globule still there. The car shuddered forward
August 13, 2025 at 9:10 AM
a hot globule scorched the underside of his wrist and this is when he decided to leave. there was already a woman in his car. "There he is", she said, but Walt didn't know her. he put a thick key in the ignition and turned it to notice the globule still there. The car shuddered forward
His name was Walt Stricken and the morning had found him again. at 9 AM he heated eggs, 6 in one great pan. he caught small images in the albumen: cellos, bushels of grain. the eggs smelled like a seahorse drying on a gaming laptop. he made a sound like a window opening.
August 13, 2025 at 8:43 AM
His name was Walt Stricken and the morning had found him again. at 9 AM he heated eggs, 6 in one great pan. he caught small images in the albumen: cellos, bushels of grain. the eggs smelled like a seahorse drying on a gaming laptop. he made a sound like a window opening.