The White Apple

      Matthew Gordon
The White Apple

Love isn’t simple. For Caroline and Martin, two friends who are married – but not to each other – it’s the only thing that’s right.The lights were dimmed, but it seemed as though there was no reason for them to be on at all. A cornucopia of candles was all that was required, their flickering beams forming a curious interplay with the little electric lighting that was available. The soft golden orange of the walls blended with the fire that illuminated them, forming a cozy canopy for the solid oak table that resided in the centre of the room.

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    I Drank the Toxic Cocktail

      Matthew Gordon
I Drank the Toxic Cocktail

Do you feel your life is that bad you need to leave so much of it behind?Do you feel your life is that good you can’t leave part of it behind?Fairly looked around the room anxiously. The sterile white walls were no comfort; the spotted plaster of the ceiling was not much better. The beaten linoleum floor shone with a dim glow from the overhead fluorescent lighting, showing a reflection of his jeans where the mop had washed most recently. Fairly exhaled deeply, hoping to quell the trembling that overtook his body whenever he had to take a needle. It’s just a blood test, he told himself unconvincingly. They’re not going to put anything in you, just take a bit of something out, and you have five litres of it anyway. That was what the sources he had read had said. Five litres, and only one needle’s worth will be coming out. Still not how I want to be spending my first Friday afternoon off in weeks.

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