A long time ago in a galaxy far...OK, about a year and a half ago, right here on this website, I did a month-long flash fiction challenge.
The blood was warm through my fingers, over my hands, soaking my clothes. All my own blood for a change.
One month ago, I stood next to my car with you, experiencing the dawning realisation that this was going nowhere.
And in the end, it all came back to energy. Kilojoules, calories, newtons, lumens, decibels, volts...mostly volts.
I think an airport is the only place where it’s socially acceptable to drink at seven o’clock on a Tuesday morning.
Believe it or not, this is absolutely not how I intended to spend my evening, but when it came down to it either he was going to get to keep breathing or I was, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be him.
I had begun to understand height after travelling in an aeroplane for the first time the year before, but I had no concept of depth.
I’ve been working my way through all the steps since I’ve been in here. It was tough at the beginning, the first time I stood up in front of the others and said it out loud.
I’d like to pretend it was completely out of the ordinary for me to be doing lines of speed at five o’clock in the morning, but back then it wasn’t.
I went to the pet shop to buy cat food and met this awesome chameleon.