Category: Fiction

We’re eating at a chain restaurant. Italian. Big pepper mills and oil bottles with long dead chillies in them. I’m in love with the un-her now. The everything she isn’t. She suspects something.

The display blinked then disappeared. He was alone again. The room around him seemed deeper and darker than before, the endless expanse of the internet having drifted off into the nothingness from which it came. Michael sat there watching the embers of his hard drive slowly grind to a halt,…