One Hundred and Ninety-Six.


Izzy circle


woke up, and for the first time, the animals were gone.

hit the streets,
hit the streets like a ton of bricks
hit the streets like a ton,

a mess of feathers, fin and fur
filling the streets and laneways with loud life
run running

bonobos run faster than you’d think.


Sarah circle


He stared at her fingernails in rapt fascination. They reminded him exactly in colour, and in some strange roundabout way, in scent, of the coconut ices he had so hated as a child. Sticky memories plastered themselves to the roof of his mouth and he swallowed with a rapidity that he hoped she would take for nerves.



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