Blondi has died. I think Adi poisoned him but I dare not ask. The last few days he’s been off his rocker. He wasn’t impressed with Himmler’s antics and I’m worried what will become of him when Germany falls. As it is sure to do.
As I was clearing the dishes from Adi’s meeting with the Doctor, I overheard Adi say that Benito and Clara have been strung up like chickens. How awful! Adi’s secretary Traudl comes through to the kitchen with another cup. I sigh. A zugdidi. I should have known. Maybe life will be different once we’re married.
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 last dirty cup that materialises just after you start the dishwasher.
To feebly respond to a wave from an unknown driver of a passing car.