Short Stories, Writing


People showing off about spoils of their holidays, bringing a part of themselves back. I want to bring back a crispy peeling sunburn, i’ll let myself be devoured by the sun in a bid to prove I was there, if the flesh still smells burnt then it is a better testament to my trip then any exotic candy brought home, and I will frequently moisturise it in front of everyone – look, look at the brown cracks on my upper thigh.