I see yous turn – both enter the stall, backs to the sea of us Flash of green, bag of white fast-moving, your imagined sleight-of-hand, and – then it’s over. You move – I...
Fire!
The urinal coughs, splutters toilet-bowl blue when he punches it. Pause. Then lean-forward and grabs it – calloused hand on porcelain white and burnished pipe. “When do we rwahr...
Population: 40
1, 2, 5 – so many! You roam with impunity, fast movers all Your movements effect immediate magic: turns party girls to ballerinas each, forms pirouetting – twirling open toes from curious...