Bronze Snowflakes

I watch him slip a long, strong fingernail down the succulent crevice between two mandarin segments and pull them apart. “Reminds me of when my wife left me.” It’s dark. I wait for him to place the orangey crescent into his mouth and I imagine its sharp taste on his tongue as he crushes it,…

When I Met: A Girl On Acid & A Man With A Secret

The difference between my life now and my life at Uni could not be more pronounced. I used to think nothing of waking up at noon after a heavy night, getting in a few extra hours of sleep in a chemistry lecture, grabbing a snack of fish-finger sandwiches, starting work in the bar in the…