Can we meet at yours instead? My table slurps the coffee rings; the coat rack shrugs off polyester; the fridge wakes at noon and is off weekends. Only yesterday I had to beg the sofa to spit out the neighbour and no I’m not just giving excuses. What’s your address?
Paula is a student and is always looking for a good book to read.
Strange men emerged from the sand. It hadn’t rained in years and these men were a welcome distraction from the drought. They promised us rain for food, and too quickly we agreed.
Now the rain is ceaseless, and from my stilt house I see strange men emerge from the waters.
Paula Henry-Duru is a student and has recently started writing flash fiction.