Idols Lost – The Interpreter’s House #75

Today – 9th October 2020 – my short story Idols Lost is published in issue #75 of The Interpreter’s House.

Idols Lost is a story of love in the aftermath of cataclysm, set in a black-out apartment in a crumbling Tokyo, whilst satellites fall from the sky to shatter in the atmosphere like fireworks.

You can read my story, and a host of other beautiful stories and poems, in The Interpreter’s House #75, here: https://theinterpretershouse.org/issue-75

Before the Cataclysm

‘I miss music the most. Real music. Synth. Bass. Heavy bass. Trance. Keys. Sub whoofers. Ecstasy. I miss ecstasy. Goose-bumps during work that day. Half a pill to get you ready. Meticulously crafted bombs, timed to bring you up as your heel hits the dancefloor and the track melts, entering your consciousness by osmosis. Baggies to dab from, keep you level, keep you on an even keel, keep you purgatoried between twilights. Glacial water on tap to swill powdered bitterness from your mouth, to run against the back of your neck and raise the hairs on your arms. Nothing but you and the DJ who, for all you care, is the messiah.

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Black Star

‘Do you think we’ll get another referendum, then?’

Something disrupts the song I’m listening to, a sixth sense, a feeling there are eyes on me. I turn around. Un-suction waxy earphones. He repeats his question.

‘Do you think we’ll get another referendum?’

He’s spilling out the bench and his crumpled white shirt. Comic banker rotundness stacked in folds beneath an old suit, topped with bowler hat.

‘I don’t know,’ I muse, ‘probably not any time soon.’ I’ve used this line before, it feels aged, but not like wine, not like whisky.

‘I reckon they’ll block it at every turn.’

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