Who was it brought the Flood upon us this time?
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.