I was trying to find a photograph of Ellie taken after the accident but the closest I could find was one of her shadow, her arm stretching down at her side, fingers stretched out of shape. It was three months before she let me take
Even porn gets boring after a while, especially when you’re surrounded by it. I’d been working in a sex shop in the red light district of Amsterdam for six months, and feeling like I never wanted to see a close up insertion again as long
This is a true story. There are a lot of stories I could tell about Ben. I could talk about the night he moved in, when he got lost on the way to the house and ended up in a graveyard at 5 in the
In cheap fiction, private detectives wear trench coats, smoke unfiltered cigarettes, keep a bottle in the office drawer and solve murders. In reality they wear faded anoraks, have bronchial asthma, masturbate frequently and mainly handle divorce cases.
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His name was Kevin, and I last saw him two years ago, at his eighth birthday party. It was a warm summer day, so we were outside in the garden. Kevin was running around with his friends, and my father was stood near the house