The Myopian Defence

Abe Abe roused with a dust caked throat. He gasped, spluttered, and coughed up a mixture of saliva and sandy debris. He doubled over, heaving for a few seconds, trying to clear out the foreign matter in his throat and lungs. In his fit of dry reaching his vision blurred with grimy tears, and heContinue reading “The Myopian Defence”

The Myopian Defence

Roger Roger Roger Emerson was hoping for a stress-free day. He’d even settle for boring. Boring, now that sounds nice, he thought. What was likely on the menu, however, was one catastrophic shit storm after another. He awoke at 5am to begin his workout regime surrounded by the sparkling view of Acetyl city from hisContinue reading “The Myopian Defence”

Time Flies on Gin Lane

Daniel Day-Lewis Day ‘I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it’s no problem for me to believe that I’m somebody else.’ – Daniel Day-Lewis Susanna opened her eyes, staring at an object hanging from the middle of the ceiling with confusion for several moments, eventually comprehending that it was a lightContinue reading “Time Flies on Gin Lane”

Time Flies on Gin Lane

Tuesday ‘I flopped back onto my pillows. I wanted to begin loathing the new day in comfort.’― Chuck Barris Susanna awoke to the ambient sound of a jackhammer, and the distant shouts of workmen as they pottered about whatever construction project that they were supposed to be working on. Apart from the persistent dehydration fromContinue reading “Time Flies on Gin Lane”

The Myopian Defence

Let me tell you a story. First, I need to add some perspective, set the scene. ‘Twas the year of our lord, 2300. Earth, gone. Humanity, almost. Adrift in space, Earth’s lifeboat ‘Myopia’, supposedly a short-term solution to Earth’s habitation crisis, has become the primary refuge for human life, but conditions are fast becoming hazardous.Continue reading “The Myopian Defence”

Time Flies on Gin Lane

‘One day at a time, sweet Jesus. Whoever wrote that one hadn’t a clue. A day is a fuckin’ eternity.’ – Roddy Doyle, Paul Spencer                                                            Monday As she gazed out the window of the twentieth floor of St Mary Axe, watching the silver trickles of rain elucidate the kaleidoscope of city lights, SusannaContinue reading “Time Flies on Gin Lane”