it may have been a lizard
or the shadow of a buzzard
I never saw either again
it may have been a lizard
or the shadow of a buzzard
I never saw either again
I sniffed. Strange. I sniffed again. Hmm. Behind me, the gorilla sniffed louder.
The sound came from behind him. And it was then he realised what that strange smell was, the strange smell in his bedroom. Gorilla.
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Al’s lover gave him a heart monitor to wear in bed. It always sounded. The last time it covered the sound of her husband’s key.
Even so many years later, if I ever drop a raisin, as I bend to pick it up I see the snake slide silent out from under the cupboardā¦.
The door swung open; and closed with a wooden clatter. My mouth opened and closed with a click of large teeth. Not again. No.