SigmaThe AudienceI need a bath. I am stinking and my hair is wet with grease and itchy round the scruff that’s been nagging me to scratch the flake off…Mar 25, 2019Mar 25, 2019
SigmaI smiled at death that morning and she smiled back.She asked for a coin but I kept to mine. -‘I trade a ride for a heart, then.’ -‘I’m no more flesh but only bones’, I said. -‘Then I’ll…Mar 25, 2019Mar 25, 2019