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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


It was the old block where the zombies had turned, the corridor that seemed to undulate in my own psychosis. It was also there I had housed the things we had, separate from the old family. Living right beneath their noses during the peace time. That was my way of being there. I saw the stuffed pikachu at the gate and the feelings just came back. It was home. The place was a war zone, and the waves were still hitting the blocks and now that the painkiller drugs weaned off, it was no longer the menacing tower that loomed over the hearts of me and Sparrow. I smelt her scent.

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