Morgan, an actor from Galway, says this story sounds like “outer space in a North Dublin chip shop.”
He pulled together a reading of it, just to show self why.
Here’s the link to the audio, on decomP Magazine.
It’s the first of self’s dystopian science fiction/fantasy series (written in very cracked syntax). Thanks so much to decomP for giving it a home!
The story (which self wrote in Ireland) begins:
K thinks the boss is in love with her.
She looks like a mosaic puffball, her skin covered with checkered patterns
The boss was born Earthstar. He’d never look her way. His spores were meant to go else: to a Silverleaf. Or a Shag. Not K that smelled like wet rot. All scaly cap and throat gills. She belonged with other Common.
Varnish and varnish. I’ll say this for K: she is tenacious. Especially about her delusions.
“Me mom’s a thick,” she said once. “A focking thick.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.