Bewilderment

Bewilderment

My Robin didn’t always sleep well. He wet the bed a few times a season, and it hunched him over with shame. Noises unsettled him; he liked to turn the sound way down on the television, too low for me to hear. He hated when the cloth monkey wasn’t on its...
Homesick for Another World

Homesick for Another World

A Dark and Winding RoadAround nine o’clock, I pulled my sleeping bag out and unrolled it on the bed which was covered in old blankets and dust and mouse poop, and slept with no trouble at all. In the morning I guzzled a litre of mineral water and drove on the dark and...
Yellow Dog

Yellow Dog

And the words enveloped him like an unrecognisable fart, saying: yes, oh yes, this is you, this is you.