Day glo buzz-bulbs (an excerpt)

Day glo buzz-bulbs whistle past, tracers in their wake. I lie in the wet road. It is raining. It smells of backed up sewer.

I had him. I had him and I lost him. I feel a black twist in my gut. I want to cry but there is a girl standing on the curb in a yellow bag dress, staring at me.

That's what you get, she says.

I've never seen her before. But my brain thumps. I remember wine. A wolf's face. Fuck. I shouldn't have trusted that son of a dog. . .