I’m walking home from my first Postmodernism 101 class when Mum calls and tells me that the cat is dying. Cancer, she says — some rare kind of canine cancer. ‘Don’t you mean feline?’ I ask. ‘No,’ she says, andRead more…
Hannah
Ashleigh McNamara tells me on the bus to school that my house is haunted. Her brother says so, and he says everyone in town knows. There’s no denying something solid and strange once stood on the soil that my motherRead more…