With less caution than I should have had, I opened the lid. The food scraps I had collected for my new worm farm had putrefied. A layer of maggots writhed in a heaving mass on top of the sweet-smelling brown liquid. Juveniles of various creatures crawled over the maggots and scurried up the sides of … Continue reading Worm farm
Month: April 2018
The elephant in the room
He remembered the clock had struck thirteen when he had scuttled in on all sixes. He had explored the cavernous space, his wiggling antennae providing him knowledge of the volume and shape of the room, position of doors, location of artefacts. His antennae had told him that the walls were coming closer, before they fell … Continue reading The elephant in the room
Exercise in voice
The thought of death, during those nights after my parents had turned out the hallway light, helped me to understand the meaning of the word dread. There is no escaping that switch, which turns one from a vital being with thoughts, things, connections, friends, into nothing. What happens to those thoughts and connections after the … Continue reading Exercise in voice
Sarah Bonnar 