Glitch

A frission of natural fibres, the static builds

Alex Kilcannon
Apr 6, 2020 · 4 min read
Photo by h heyerlein on Unsplash

“Andy, darling!” She enters my apartment in a waft of costly perfume and kisses me on both cheeks. My sensors work automatically in the background.

Breath alcohol level: Thirty-seven milligrams.

Skin temperature: Elevated.

Pupils: Dilated.