Tag: Thoughts About Puppets

FICTION: Cat in the Rat’s Nest by Edward Little

I lay on tobacco stained sheets that act as my bed, and to add further injury they have been haphazardly kicked into the corner of the room by Sandra Blackburn, my ‘owner.’ She’s tall and thin with an arch in her back, which lowers even more when she’s been drinking. She isn’t so much domesticated

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FICTION: Thoughts About Puppets by Edward Little

My pint comes to five quid, which is cheap considering I’m in The Empire Theatre, that houses a backroom of actors that hate, love and sleep with each other, in backstage rooms and hotels; playing with props and sucking pillow mints. I like the stress of it all, imagining the lead of a show ringing

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