The Blinkin’ Box

Box-window

Read my short story, The Blinkin’ Box, about a man who lived in a box. Here’s an extract:

I peer out, my eyes pressed to the cold metal slit. The brick wall opposite often forms a landscape scarred with shadows, but today it is nothing but a red blur. It stings my eyes as I watch a beetle scuttle across, willing it on with silent words. When it reaches the other side, I leap for joy. Well I would, if I had the room… (Read on)

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