“Shit.” I briefly glance down at my watch as I sprint through the Tube station. I’m late and getting later. I missed the first train by a second. I arrived just as the doors were sliding closed and I could do nothing about it. I knew I was fucked as soon as I saw them
A man walks, unaware that he is part of some grand experiment. He walks, not knowing his choices are monitored, checked against lists, measured against outcomes. Rated to determine whether they are good or bad. Judged on how they will impact his life or the lives of those around him. He walks. Will he turn
Each new door opening was a fuck-off heroin hit of excitement. It never got old, but the first was the best. He’ll never beat the first time. Each lift of the key to the keyhole was a fresh needle to skin. The metal on metal slide into the door. A soft, dull click and an
Do you believe in luck? I mean, like it’s a force, like good and bad luck have this power; they can fuck you up or make you? I didn’t used to. Sitting in a dodgy casino, waiting for James, is as good a time as any to think about luck. You know when all this
PART ONE “Don’t touch it,” she said. “What?” “The red curtain.” I must have looked horrified. “It’ll wrap you up. Bind you in its velvet redness.” “I’m sorry, I forgot who you are.” I said, which was the truth, but then, I never really knew her, I think. “It doesn’t matter who I am just
English translation: Tuuve Aro & Donna M. Roberts It’s inside the storage locker, diagonally above my head, un-opened, in a brown paper bag. I got it just before we left the mainland. On the street corner I stopped and slapped my forehead: “Potatoes! I forgot to buy potatoes!” Linus and Sam went on blabbering.