Glissade

We will forget the death that now stinks up the city centre, dark hallways into the doors of offices

And when Father was furious, the entire house suffered. He banged and shouted.

  He brought an honesty to work deemed unskilled and menial. A self-respect that towered over the egos of overlords occupying fancy positions, in a hierarchy of thanklessness. He had to work. As a younger man, he preferred the solitary jobs that kept him away from the world for days and weeks. Sometimes it got …

Enjoy the kisses too. I had thought that a man who swore by bushmeat would use too much teeth. No. Your head will reel when he tilts your face…

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

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