This is the twentienth chapter of my month-long work of fiction, NOV.
When he wakes up he has a vague headache, no surprise. He’s not sure what time it is but it’s probably not too late in the day. He gets up, opens his door to go to the bathroom
and looks across and sees Janet sitting at the kitchen table, looking at him as he emerges.
Does she know where he went last night? Continue reading
Sesquiotica 