The Green Texta is a short story by Victoria Collins. Click here to read in full.
The blank areas of night sky tease me. We astronomers revel in the search for things yet seen but tonight the absent body is him and he fails to emerge from the dark driveway nor the shadows along the path. He does not light up my phone, and the waiting spaces feel only black.
My black eye-liner is smudged already like night’s end. My Little Black Dress rides up despite the hour modelled and smoothed and nipped in the mirror behind the door he did not knock on…
