Last glimpses of the monocerote

Who was it brought the Flood upon us this time?

Silt

I watched your headlamp crawling like an uncertain firefly eighty metres up the Tiger Wall.

Vaughan had a jealous streak.

Look to home now, wader.

Anyone who lives in a rooming house lives in a rooming house for a reason.

Let me swell the dead dog corpus by one story.

I sent to fetch a stick my dog.

I miss the wood, my wood.

Trailing her legs like a walking fish, she slid away from him into the sorghum.

This was the idea: to make a woman with eyes that would burn only for me.