The final chapter of Volume George:

Title: The Things You Said (never made sense)

( The memories that haunt us, that shape us )

Title: I Should Be Out The Door (but I'm not leaving)

( I live here? Maybe? Not in the 'alive' sense, but . . . )

Title: From a Mockery Into a Mess

( F-word usage and guilt. Joy of joys. )

Title: Cravings

( Meditation; more than just the breaths. )

Title: Nausea

( Side effects may include [...] )

Title: There's No Way To Turn Around

( Well, that's right. How could I not? )

Title: Hot Chocolate and E-Numbers

I don't even notice it for the first few seconds. It's like when you come home to an empty house at night, and flick the light switch, but it doesn't work. And you don't notice for a time because nothing's changed; it was dark outside and it's still dark inside ( Read more... )

Title: African Bush Tea

“So, how hard is it to get a hold of fairy dust?”

Me and Annie are in the kitchen. It’s two days since George woke up and he finally resorted to asking a nurse to throw me out.

“Well, it’s pretty common if you know where to look and how to ask.”

“Like?”

“The usual; any natural circles, under oak trees if they’re older than ( Read more... )

Title: Mate Over Mine

I head down the corridor towards the tea machine to find Annie. She’s not there. I’m guessing she ran out of change and didn’t succeed in tampering with the machine in other ways and left.

I put my senses out to find her.

Human, human, human, brother - Seth, master - Herrick, human, mate - George, human, human, mine.

Wait, mine? ( Read more... )

Title: You've Had Two Years

A hand against wood has never sounded so annoyingly unwelcome.

And trust me, people have knocked on the doors of many potentially-awkward situations in my life. Potentially-criminal, some of them.

I release George's hand and open the door a crack. A crack wide enough for me to slip through.

I shut the door behind me and ( Read more... )