a short song from a collection of stories called self destruct.

Like on most sunny Sunday afternoons in suburban Kent, you just don’t expect ninjas…

Archibald was very excited. There was something floating nearby and he got the distinct impression it was edible. Archibald was quite fond of edible things, mostly because they tasted good. When you’re a hamster most things taste good, especially when you’re floating through the void of space. This is not…