What's in a name anyway?

Kate gazed out across the sea of sickly yellow smog. There were smears of purple and red on the horizon where the sun was trying to force its way through the haze.

I hate shaving monkeys but someone’s got to do it. The monkeys aren’t going to shave themselves. Even if they were smart enough there would still be some spots that they just couldn’t reach.

It all started in a relatively low-key way. Gossip rags got excited about celebrities sleeping with unlikely people.

It happens like that, yesterdays popping up like mushrooms on damp grass.

Nano fibres twitched during space time and the moaning of Fedora clamed down to a silent gurgle as Sinclair applied the algorithm across the board.