Porno Mags + Streets

S. K. Nicholas

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Something about a stairwell. Frosted glass. The shops at the top of the road. The old people’s home and the porno mags we once found in the bushes that surrounded it. One day they were filled with earwigs, and the image of a naked woman hasn’t been the same for me ever since. All of those old people are now dead, as are the earwigs. The infant school we attended is no longer there, and many of the shops we would buy sweets from are gone. Knocked down. Obliterated. Some of the gang are dead. Most have kids. Nearly all of them now devoid of the magic they once held in abundance. I do my best to avoid them like I do my best to avoid everyone else because their doubt and nonbelievability in what should be believed above everything else is like poison to my childish heart. Fields of…

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