There was a designated driver. He’s not good. We’re not sure, but he’s gonna need help. Okay.
I leaned against the barrier and didn’t realise I was gritting my teeth; staring straight ahead at nothing I could feel my jaw muscles increase tension.
Art critics II
Standing up here one can see for hundreds of miles. A shimmering haze blends sky to land. Reptiles hide.
The sun is at its highest, searing down intense heat, blasting stubbles of grass into dry blades. No sound, except the click-click. Click-click!…