I have a new short story ZONE ENDS in today’s EUNOIA REVIEW.
‘The longer you watch the more certain you are that it’s him. He is sat at a table outside a café. He is scanning the screen of a tablet computer. He stabs the screen with this thumb, tilts it to the left and grimaces. A breeze flutters the menus on the tabletops.
You have been walking for hours without doubling back on yourself. You did not intend to walk this far. Your thoughts are no clearer. You have not yet made a decision. You still do not have an exit strategy.
You are thirsty. Some small change hangs in your trouser pocket, but you don’t really want to be seen sliding silver and coppers across your palm, scraping together enough for a juice, not when that’s him sitting there.’