Pseudopod 148: Graffiti


By K.S. Dearsley

Read by Claudia Smith

It was exactly what Marian was looking for–a home of her own, an
address to prove she existed. She looked around feeling someone behind
her. Gareth entered the lounge carrying a packing case. He spoke over
the top of it.

“It’s a bit of a mess.”

The previous tenants had left stained carpets, chipped paintwork and
crayon on the walls.

“Nothing that soapy water and a paintbrush can’t fix.”