Working late at night,I heard my dog barking on the balcony door in the kitchen. I don’t know what was more frightening, my dead dog barking or the head peeping out from the balcony door.
Tag: balcony
Trapped
Marjorie loves the broad evening sky: a huge, hundred mile canvas of ambrosia, piled massively like a heavenly feast but delicately shaded in purple, grey and blue. She would see more from the balcony, her concrete diving board – but the ground leaps at her like a tiger, murderous and terrifying, whirling and falling and leaping again.