The Fabian Society
She lies on her carpet and lets the throb of sound from below push against her with tiny orange hammers. When she closes her eyes the city washes over her, dark and sparkling, in a color she can’t put a name to, a strong and singular shade, like everything.
Andrew Cole has started updating again, and judging from his first few posts, his microfiction is just as fanciful and fantastic as it’s ever been. Definitely worth following.
