He called us to his bedside.
We brought our dictaphones,
Ready for our Master’s Voice.
[Flash fiction for the Crash and Burn â€” The Steve Weddle Memorial Airport Flash Fiction]
â€śYou will eventually have to realise,â€ť says Symons, â€śthat management in higher education is not wholly about murdering people.â€ť â€śYouâ€™re half right,â€ť says Sian. â€śItâ€™s about murdering people in the correct order.â€ť
Genre’s a trap.
Truth, on the other hand, is everything.