Sublime

Once it was a young girl who entered the kitchen suddenly in a gust of wind, pale, thin, and strange, like a stray thought.

She takes the stairs, dreading what she might find. The strip light flickers in the corridor that she and Mirsad share. She's about to enter her flat when she sees Mirsad's door has been left ajar. She crosses the hall and pushes. The door swings open and she at once steps back and away. She must have made a mistake.

She forces herself back to the

“You see the building over the road? The one that used to be a match factory?” A mural’s remains in scabs of paint almost a century old, a salamander smiling through its corona of flames. “You see stuff moving, in there. Stuff you know, like, comes and goes, like it shouldn’t.”