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My foster brother, Nemo Davies, was a living statue. He had a number of different ‘skins’, but my favourite was his Invisible Man. For this effect, he wore white gloves ...
Heavy raindrops on pools of water. A grey dead-end street. “What are you thinking?” She sits there with her usual cup of tea. “Nothing,” I say. I look towards the ...
Cusco told Lionel he’d killed chickens before. He told him you cut off the chicken’s head with a knife or an axe – “A small axe,” he’d said, when Lionel ...
There’s a song on the radio and like all songs, it is about love. John has heard the song before, but as he sits here in his living room on ...
I’d been given detailed instructions on how to get there from Chalk Farm tube station, but it was all too easy to tell which had been Astrid’s flat: it was ...
I have two heads. I say ‘I’, I mean we, me and my conjoined twin. She is Trinity, I am Stella. Between us we have two hearts, three lungs, two ...
There are no horizons in a city, only those within yourself. I couldn’t tell where the city ended and the people began, there were only individuals with crowd-like tendencies and ...