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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