“I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer's gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous specks that swirled into a single united black shape.”
Will Wiles“Nothing snubs quite like a cat. What evolutionary purpose did it serve, this inherent disdain, this artful blanking?”
Will Wiles, Care of Wooden Floors“I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer's gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous specks that swirled into a single united black shape.”
Will Wiles, Care of Wooden Floors