An extract from ‘Letter to Pessoa’
Extracts of Short Stories / Michelle Cahill

An extract from ‘Letter to Pessoa’

When I open my eyes Aleandro has left, his bed sheet folded. For a moment I’m in Santa Monica. The whirring fan, the garish pink walls seem vaguely familiar. Alcohol settles like a carpet of snow falling softly in my head. On the desk next to your Selected, there’s a note, saying “Thanks” with no … Continue reading