Fiction
Bringing Up Lambs by Jess Worsdale
And who’d bother with the sheep anyway? All yellowed teeth and daggy-arsed, worn out from too much living.
And who’d bother with the sheep anyway? All yellowed teeth and daggy-arsed, worn out from too much living.
You will tie your apron like you tie your hair. And the boys will dogfight for their father’s attention.
These are the short timers, who work because there’s nothing better to do.
Just recently I’ve joined the ranks of women with invisibility cloaks. Does that make me a Shinto blessing?
You order the coffee that lies mud-dead on your tongue and the couple at the other end of the counter seem to be screaming their twoness at you.