Showing posts from November, 2015

“What am I doing here?” she asked, loudly, causing the hips to look up.

He led her inside, through the carved wooden doors into the warmth and light.

The hip was on the ground, moaning.

She turned around but she couldn’t tell where she’d come from.

Sure, people could hop into your vision from time to time; it was a simple circuit.

Condoms on the ground, needles, elzi lying in heaps of trash...

She found her nicest clothes in a pile and saw they were covered in blood.