“I was released after hours of questioning; but never actually cleared. It had been a pathetic, scattershot kind of accusation. They had nothing.
<— Previous ~~~~~ Chapter Two “I seem to have misplaced a bound, you see.” The two of them squeezed through the hole, newly torn in the ‘crete of the vault wall, its steel joists raw as bare bond, and jagged as if a screen artifact of hi-res fire. Then they fell into the blank alleyway […]
<— Previous ~~~~~ * * * * * At the Indian dance she sat to his left, a little behind him, but leaning forward into his row. Turning her nose from a tepid splash of scentless sweat—from the jewelled net of inverted bubbles cast by the performers—they started to talk business. They spoke over the […]
<— Previous ~~~~~ Facing certain death, because his life had fallen apart. Comparatively speaking. Literally—figuratively? Whatever! It hadn’t been long ago that he’d found himself, watching a performance by gorgeous college dance students, and approached by the Collective to join up. The dancers on the stage had appeared uncomfortable. It was a contemporisation of classical […]
<— Previous ~~~~~ Chapter One Graham was sure he was being followed. He turned around, I must be, looking back over the jagged twist of his vertebrae, tripping head long down the cobbled streets. Nothing was straight-edged in London—nothing but the edges of the straight razors he feared were just behind—there were no clear sightlines […]
And so we begin the actual posts (though follow the link back to the first part of Nanograph One if you don’t want to be lost.) I’ll be splitting the posts by ‘Nanograph’ short sections, and full ‘Chapters.’ Each post will have a .# after it to show which part of the whole section or […]