First published on 50 to 1 (August 12th 2011) //
Interior by Declan Tan
As their flat planned to murder them with dust, he walked in, untied his shoelaces. She was standing there, eating a piece of fruit over the sink.
“It’s too juicy,” she said, the pear in her hand.
“It’s too juicy,” he said, mockingly.
He kicked off his shoes.