The Endings of a Life

'Kont' was something he could call her. He pulled the curtains, the window was wide open, the inflated castle was still out there - but there were no children now. A current of excited anger was rising up through his blood. 'Fucking cunts,' he said. It sounded better in the plural, stronger. After he'd thrown the dead wasp out and closed the window, he felt a bit cooler, and used the downstairs toilet to take a long piss. There was some satisfaction in doing this without having to lift the lid, without having to put the lid back down,. But the pleasure quickly vanished, and he then had to make himself climb the stairs. As