by Mike Hickman
Roger had to say something, so he told Laura the red walls were stylish. They went with the Ray Ban wearing chic, he joked, as he had in the darkness of the club. He heard her close the door behind her. He knew what she’d taken from her bag. But he couldn’t have guessed the answer to her question until now. “You know how kids think that, if they hide behind their hands, they can’t be seen?” she asked him.
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Mike Hickman - sometimes Doctor, always writer - is from York, England. He has written for Off the Rock Productions (stage and audio), including a 2018 play about Groucho Marx and Erin Fleming. With lockdown sending his writing and submissions into overdrive, since 2020 he has been published in Agapanthus (Best of the Net nominated), EllipsisZine, the Bitchin’ Kitsch, the Cabinet of Heed, the Potato Soup Journal, and Red Fez. He is a regular contributor to the Daily Drunk, and tweets here.