Inside every head there’s a world. Simon’s skull was like that–when he looked at you, he wasn’t seeing what you did in the mirror
“Why don’t I raise the blind?” Natalie would always say when her brother stared out the kitchen window, “so you can see better.”
With weary patience, he’d explain the screening pattern of the fabric revealed how things are.
“There goes Mrs Abercrombie,” he said. “She’s one of the lizard people. Her eggs are blowing behind her like leaves.”
Natalie realised just because a thing doesn’t exist this doesn’t make it untrue