‘Ah, Christ.’ The Vyvanse bottle was empty. I cursed myself: I’d meant to go to the chemist after work two days ago, but I’d been
Bel’s shadow appeared behind the screen door, face pressed against the flyscreen, ‘I wasn’t expecting anyone.’ There was a crackle in the shrillness of her
I thought I had forgotten those harrowing cries, the dying murmurs of those who lay across me. I had not. Nor had I forgotten the
The Great Gizmo rolled himself a cigarette and rested his feet on his old chest. He drew the smoke into his lungs, savouring its flavour
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