We half walked, half ran out of the cinema, all three of us hand in hand, Xander in the middle. It was a quiet bus ride to my house, Jessie’s parents where at home, so we couldn’t go there, mine would be away until the next day.
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Not Quite Kafka – A Different Sort of Metamorphosis
First draft of a story I’m working on. Feedback would be appreciated. – Jason irrelevant@apexmail.com ——————– (presently untitled) Roger only wanted to wash the dishes quickly and move on to find some more amusing diversion. His quiet cube of an apartment, with sickly yellow walls and cracked off-white tiles, was depressing him on this unremarkable… Continue reading Not Quite Kafka – A Different Sort of Metamorphosis