May is the perfect time to empty the kadnook. Five months is long enough for people to forget what they gave you for Christmas. I used to feel guilty but I’m too old for guilt. However I’m not yet old enough to forget my manners. So if someone does happen to ask if I’ve tried the soap gift-set or the scented oils they gave me I reply “you know I was going to try that just the other day but I couldn’t find it anywhere.” Most people are too polite to enquire further and I can always blame my faulty short-term memory.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
The drawer where your mother keeps all the presents you gave her that she never liked.
(Medical) The principal cause of absenteeism amongst UK sex workers between 1931 and 1967.