There is a hole in the wall. I don’t always see it, blinded by the sunlight from the window, but when you move, the light moving with you, I see that the hole is there – behind you, hidden, in the wall. For what it’s worth; do you see it, too?
Tag: fiftywordstory
FiftyWordStory #8
It felt similar to tearing out a piece of hair by its root. That was when she realized the plants were growing from her body – not on it. Whilst asleep, she had become a human flowerbed. She feared she would vomit right there, on the bathroom floor, seeds and chlorophyll galore.
FiftyWordStory #7
His hair drew me to him, so curly and so soft. You don’t suspect something like that to turn on you – why would you? – which is why I never felt the curls worming their way into my heart until the day that they hardened, becoming screws, drilling me to pieces.
A.R.Frederiksen 