The Next Room.

Nightmare, by UnaObsesion The couple in the next room fight all the time. Through paper-thin walls, my husband and I hear the shouting, the insults shot bullet-like back and forth. Invisible weaponry in a largely invisible war. Usually we have the music on, or the TV, so we can drown it out. But it’s in…

The Fight

Lights off.   She closes her eyes, savouring the inky blackness, feeling it wash over her skin. Cool. Slinky. Soft.   She doesn’t recall where the light switch is, but she doesn’t care… She can’t see anything but the black and it’s a total mind fuck. Standing still, she could be in a tiny box,…