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SUBSPACE I slept in a doorway last night. As it was an office block and, as it was Saturday night, I wasn’t disturbed by anybody on Sunday morning; the cold of the pavement woke me up. At first I thought I was dreaming, until my eyes began to focus, and then I realised I was fully dressed and warm in my overcoat and scarf. I began to collect my thoughts. I’d been out with some school friends; an annual get-together; guys who’d known me since I was a virgin. We’d taken ...

SUBSPACE I slept in a doorway last night. As it was an office block and, as it was Saturday night, I wasn’t disturbed by anybody on Sunday morning; the cold of the pavement woke me up. At first I thought I was dreaming, until my eyes began to focus, and then I realised I was fully dressed, warm in my overcoat, with my bag still wrapped around my shoulder. I began to collect my thoughts. I’d been out with some school friends; an annual get-together; guys who’d known me when I was a virgin. We...

SUBSPACE I slept in a doorway last night. As it was an office block and, as it was Saturday night, I wasn’t disturbed by anybody on Sunday morning; the cold of the pavement woke me up. At first I thought I was dreaming, until my eyes began to focus, and then I realised I was fully dressed, warm in my overcoat, with my bag still wrapped around my shoulder. I began to collect my thoughts. I’d been out with some school friends; an annual get-together; guys who’d known me when I was a virgin. We...

SUBSPACE I slept in a doorway last night. As it was an office block and, as it was Saturday night, I wasn’t disturbed by anybody on Sunday morning; the cold of the pavement woke me up. At first I thought I was dreaming, until my eyes began to focus, and then I realised I was fully dressed, warm in my overcoat, with my bag still wrapped around my shoulder. I began to collect my thoughts. I’d been out with some school friends; an annual get-together; guys who’d known me when I was a virgin. We...

The Prisoner And The Laundress Ding! “What now?” she thought. Still in her kimono and slippers, just padded over to the other side of the room and sat down at her laptop again. “Brenda! Do I have the patience to talk to my sister?” Ding! “Alright, bitch, I know you need to talk!” “Hey!” she typed. “Hey, sis!” “You okay?” typed Veronica, knowing full well what her sister would say. “Not really.” Roni looked around the room for her drink. Her cup was on the other side of the room. “What’s up?”...