The Undoing

The Undoing

It’s dark. I know it’s dark, but I can no longer see that it’s dark, if that makes any sense. I try to push against whatever is holding me here, because I know with utmost certainty that I am being held. When I first realised my confinement, I clawed at the unknown...
The Bell Pepper (Short Story)

The Bell Pepper (Short Story)

It was late November by the time I finally returned home. The sky had been the colour of damp plaster, the drizzle persistent enough to need the wipers, but not committed enough to allow them to do their job well. They had screeched incessantly across the windscreen,...