Violence: An endless short story
[Content warning: This piece of fiction contains sexual violence and self-harm.]
She had a black eye and it hurt like hell.
He told her he hadn’t meant it and besides it was
7. Fiction
Lost in thought
She didn’t remember that grove of trees. Which, you are quite right, is ridiculous. How can a grove of trees look any different than another grove of trees? She wasn’t sure.
Welcome to England: Kindly supply your own warmth
Nobody ever goes to England for the warmth.
I brought mine with me. And so did she.
I came from Montréal, she from Brazil. I don’t remember her name. Only how she
Independence: Or why hot dogs don't matter
Independence means happiness and hotdogs and fireworks.
Not to me, it doesn’t.
Independence requires freedom. And I am not free, my love.
I am angry. I am a prisoner of my anger.
Rendre folks super confortables
(Artist/artiste: R. Robson)
You’re not supposed to look at your phone when you cross a big downtown street, but you know how it is and please don’t judge me. L’