First published on Snipe //
Shortly after breakfast this morning, as I flew over your man-city of London, I realised what it means to be a pigeon in this world.
You have indeed fucked me over for the last time.
Tag: fiction
The Boy Who Said Sorry // fiction
First published on Thought Catalog //
When he smoked cigarettes he was afraid. Where he’d hold the butt was far too close to the cherry to not burn his fingers but that was only because he didn’t want to touch his mouth. So he was afraid of both of those things happening. More afraid that it would be against his will.
