“One will make you grow taller, and the other will make you grow shorter.” The girl is laughing into my face and she is very beautiful, and all I can see is her and the bright lights behind her, and I know I have to choose or she might stop laughing so I drink the shot on the left and she takes my hand.
At the bottom of the backyard pool is a secret.
Peter had first heard the word “safari” as a young boy and the exotic glamour of the word breathed adventure into his brain. It was something rare, something that only adventurous, fabulously wealthy people did. Not for the likes of him. He would only get to see the Big Five by thumbing through National Geographic.
“The Weight I Carry On My Shoulders” by Alex Jury
Venice is a place of secret assignations, of whispers and antiquity. Away from the tourist bustle of the Grand Canal, down the tiny side streets, the ones haunted by dwarves in red coats, the ones that twist in on themselves, twist and twist again until
I don’t care how I look. It’s got wheels, hasn’t it? The paint job hasn’t rusted through, has it? There’s no coffin stashed back there any more, is there? No! Then why the hell should I mind driving a hearse? If you peeled the roof