The last bus left just as I turned the corner of the street. I run after it, my heels clattering on the pavement, making me think briefly about the clattering of hooves on the cobbled streets of times long gone. Long gone, like my last bus is gone. I reac...
She is a Dark Mistress, people said, although I have no idea what they mean by that. She has a queue of would-be slaves, they said. She treats them like shit, they said. The best around, they said. A sadistic whore, they said. I munch on some peanuts and...
I take my last breath. I look around the room through two round glass windows. I move my eyes only, as my head is fixed in one position. Around me are my friends, gathered around me for my final breath. They are watching me intently from a short distance,...
