Art and Writing from Dylan Malik Orchard
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Tag: <span>Prose</span>

Tag: Prose

Fixtures

She became my boiler, me her leaky tap. We passed daily, reminding each other that we each existed with small moments of mutual irritation. Attention beyond that was limited to the bare necessities that we …

I Confess

I confess. I admit to it all. No excuses, no explanations, no defence. I killed them. I walked down the line, I put my gun to their heads, I pulled the trigger, they died. No …