issue 6

It began, the way these things usually do, with a rain of frogs.

The frogs made a sound like wet pebbles as they hit the old copper...

They’re waiting for him when he comes out of the tank. Whether plainclothes or just another pair of clockers, he can’t quite tell...

Air limousines floated by like ghosts in a night filled with a jangle of sounds. A mad juxtaposition of chords, wailing voices...