Saturday 12 September 2015

The Black Hole (part eleven)

the white hole


How did you sleep?

Weird dreams.


Boxes. Your lilo is ridiculous by the way, and it squeaks.

It’s not mine; it’s your sister’s.

It’s Lime green.

She took it to Glastonbury.

It’s too small.

Where did you sleep?

In the corridor.


I was cold.

Here, have a jumper.


(to be continued)

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