Abstract
Urban horror short story
Just enough to make Randal gag quietly into his cupped palm. Faint and sick.
Desperate for a wee, too. Too much coffee. Meanwhile his inflamed eyes went all around, checking, assessing ...
It had only slowly dawned that he was in fact subsisting in a flat beneath General Fucking Broncawei, a war criminal. But once it had, every creak and shudder of the ceiling became especially ominous.
Abstract can be enjoyed as part of Vu Ja De: Collected Short Stories Volume Three. Click to go to Vu Ja De.
