Digital Subscriptions, Fiction, Litro #124: Transgression
Dark Matter
I spent every lesson trying to touch her arm with mine. Finally it became habit, my chair moved closer, our desk seemed smaller. Our arms lay next to each other, ...
Shalimar
It started small. At first I didn’t mind losing the noises from outside. No more screaming neighbours. No more overly-vocal mating pigeons, no more footballs bouncing hard against the fence. ...