I picked up the kangarilla and threw it in the bin with the other remains from the canapes and then went on to one of the best nights of my life. I’m Carlos, a student waiting tables to pay my tuition fees and I’ve just finished serving at a swanky museum function.
Now picture me an hour later, the club is rocking with energy and everyone is having a great time. I’m making cocktails like armageddon’s gonna hit in the next ten minutes and everyone, just everyone needs a drink to help them through it.
If only armageddon came every night.
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 interestingly complicated stalk left after eating a bunch of grapes.
to peer through the slats of a venetian blind.