a fleeting ripple

Some guitar chords echo from the speakers at the far side of the room. A raspy woman’s voice starts singing an old song. Thick, red...

Sirens are blaring in the distance until it fades and disappears into the noise of the road. One of the neighbours is putting nails into...

Open your eyes. The room is drenched in pink. You blink once. Then twice. It is still there, a slightly golden pink, covering every...