FICTION: Balls by Cornelius Fitz -
Dead, she lived on a while yet, in the question mark curl of a pube, glued to a miniature bar of soap, some jasmine-scented hotel freebie now cracked through disuse, a debauched monument to who we once were, cowering by the mould-blackened tile grouting on the side of the bath. It was certainly hers, thisContinue reading