Uprooted

The sun was up; the air was hot, sticky and humid. It wasn’t yet nine in the morning and already it was threatening to be the kind of day during which clothes stuck to a person’s back.
The thing he hated most was when his pants stuck to the back of his thighs. Or his boxers […]

Purveyors

They just really didn’t get it at all.
How could they? The connection between their brains and their hearts had been closed off. They were adults.
Not information-overloaded, time-wasting, attitude-absorbing, world-hating, group-hugging psychos with a taste for the thrills of easy sex, unreal violence and a lack of interest in repercussions.
They wouldn’t know a really bad […]

Different Rules

The curls of cigarette smoke rose between them like really thin barriers; as genuinely pointless as lightning-proofing a person. She was sitting back, he was hunched forward and anybody who cared to look over would have known that all was not well. Nobody cared. People were not concerned with the problems of beautiful people. They […]

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