by Jodie DaberIf you think it’s propellers I can’t love you any more, she said, licking the salt off her lips. Fuck off, he said and toed the corpse with his welly. The cut was inches deep, a spiralling rend from head to tail. This must make nearly thirty, she said, and that’s just the ones over here. He was hungry and it was a fair … [Read more...] about The Corkscrew Seals.