I tripped over something and fell a long way,
didn’t expect this to happen today. Wrapped
in darkness Like a coat. Felt my belly hit
my throat. Looked for the ground
that should have been found,
but I was misinformed and
quickly became bored
as forever falling
Christopher Gannon is a writer of short fiction and theatre. He does not make up the stories; they make up him.
ABIGAIL: What happened to Harold?
BEATRIX: He turned into a coffee table.
ABIGAIL: He doesn’t really match the decor of your living room.
BEATRIX: He never really had any use in this life.
ABIGAIL: At least he’s supporting my coffee.
BEATRIX: Yes, but I prefer to hold my own mug.
Christopher Gannon lives in a black box as punishment for something he didn’t do. When they are in the mood (which is never frequent) he is allowed to come out. During those rare opportunities, he can be found sitting in a bathtub writing stories. He hides them in strange places so that they never know.