1. He reads labels. Even perfume labels. Rides the double-decker buses so he can watch from above. I poke at the halo around his shorts with my wayward finger. “You have strange ideas, Mary-of-the mushroom-teas,” he says, mussing up my hair, not noticing the finger, like, at all. 2. His eyes dilate when he
So, my little putrid jellyfishes, I do sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed the weekend. In Shallow Creek the weather was blisteringly hot, so hot in fact that the devil himself was sat somewhere wondering how he could change his ways for the better. The residents of Shallow Creek were all out in force with their best
