Sketch: Volume 29, Issue 2
"I'm glad you decided to come with me." As we climbed the uneven stairs, the large woman in front of me turned her head back to speak...
So this is hell. Mr. Tyro stood in front of the polished desk and stared unbelievingly at his pale reflection in the mirror on an adjoining wall...
Mr. Bender left the tavern at ten minutes of twelve on a Saturday evening, and lurched uncertainly in the direction of home. Home, a ten by ten cubicle containing one cot, one chest of drawers, and one chair...