Heaven's lost civilization. Soldered incarnation on Judgment Day. Flash Fiction with a wounded meaning.
The white tiger's mother neglected it as a cub. Karma manifested in the jungle den. It looked like Roy Horn's neck. A bloody ragdoll abjured, in critical condition, shredded confetti bleeding down from galvanized sin; zinc-coated 12-guage welded wire mesh in heaven's lost civilization where angels rust in the alchemically, chronically broken-down parrot aviary called Subdued.
Paralyzed, a stroke, soldered incarnation on judgment day at the bridge balustrade, repressed memories of past lives, mental health domains, and what we should do with tigers and what we should not, Karma vivid in the Garden Of Eden and Horn's and Fischbacher's Secret Garden and Dolphin Habitat at the Mirage. Just a printing error in the pamphlet of an illusion-packed act.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
