Night Lights – Part Three
That night the branch is scraping my window more than ever. Sleeping pill packets litter my bedside table. At one point the silhouette of the landlord is projected on the curtain clambering around outside...
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Night Lights – Part Two
My mother always used to tell me that before I was born she could feel me with her, like a glow around her. She said she felt looked over, protected. Now all I can...
Night Lights – Part One
PLEASE LEAVE ME THE WAY YOU FIND ME is printed on a notice stuck to the back of the mediator’s toilet door. Under this someone has scrawled, “Wow! A talking toilet.” In this toilet...
