'Check The Swamp' - an excerpt from my novel 'Myopic Acid' was published by the Berfrois Journal.
They previously published another of one of my stories, 'Castrato Hidden on the Sewer Ditch Drags'.
It's a great journal based out of Camden, London, go have a look as it's full of great stuff like this & this & this.
Here's a taster, but the whole thing can be read at Berfrois:
"Frances’ face tells the story with her hands, just you know where.
“There’s a lot of water between those planets.” She tells me.
Down the short companion way, slowly across the street, my bringing starts to move from the seat towards where Frances works, but in the meantime, I move from my eyeball into my body, and then look down into the coffee table. Chester jumbles up, makes up, asks is it an implant, put here to be this fellow, to contained those, to paint the kitchen with a sense of charm. I slide open the hospital door. It’s extremely difficult to believe. Frances moves past me, turns and for the reckoning of somewhere, to get her out of the room, her eyes smile. Holding up Lowne over the wall, half on one, kind of not at all. If we believe the idea of an oncoming apocalypse, why then, running out faster than an avalanche, forth by my own god, do they keep bringing me back to the hospital? Turns out that Frances has been saving a stash of Thenailomen. The hospital owner walks out of the bathroom. He spreads himself on the chaise. The afternoon has rolled around. I’m sitting at the seaside, looking out towards the train station. I watch Frances. Lowne sits up, wiping up and cleaning the kitchen area, all bared teeth. I stand a moment with him.
“The acid could be stored in even larger amounts on her.” Lowne tells me.
People are walking up and down (very slowly). Room is dark..."
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