British publisher Close to the Bone have just released my latest short story, Friday. On a Monday.
I’d returned early from the jungle party. The drugs hadn’t agreed with me. Definitely shouldn’t have broken into that second packet of ketamine, like a thief in the night.
That was two weeks ago on the full moon night. A Friday. I haven’t managed to leave my bed since. I am weak. My right leg has turned grey, I barely make it to the toilet. Even if I could walk, I wouldn’t be able to get down to the road. There’s no petrol in my bike and there’s no credit on my phone. There’s no Wi-Fi now there’s no credit. I’m out of smokes. I’m out of weed. I’m down to my last five-liter bottle of clean water and the last couple of crystals. I’m not sure I’m going to make it. In fact, I’m sure I’m not going to make it. No one’s been here for days. This is why I’m typing this up. So that there’s some record of what happened to me when they find me.…
Read the full text of Friday here.
