A swish of steam whistles from the kettle’s nifty little snout. Its melodic hiss echoes through the confined, clinical staffroom it finds itself in. A bite-sized inferno of frenzied energy, fleeing its chamber, sending slithers of condensation crawling up the cold vinyl and lifeless tiling. I pour the simmering water into four cups. Aromas ofContinue reading ““Tea Break in Oblivion””
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“Mayflies in Nirvana”
“Becky Blaine?” She trembles as she speaks, barely audible over the drunken yells and thunderous music. The party is chaotic. It always is, every night I visit it. Not to worry, we’ll get away from here soon enough. I can see her nerves tangle and twist in the depths of her tummy. Her mind fightingContinue reading ““Mayflies in Nirvana””
Oblivious Insomniac 