by Chris Killen
I have tried to communicate something to you by crawling around on the floor and biting your kneecap. I have made the sound of a grand piano falling down a flight of stairs and crushing a stunt man. I have smoked myself to death on a Friday afternoon next to a closed window. I have written you a long email. I have, on occasion, asked you to marry me. Your eyes are like the colourful windows of a church I don't go to.
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Chris Killen was born in 1981 and is currently living in Manchester. His short stories have recently appeared in Parameter Magazine, Pulp Net and 3am Magazine.