Supporting the world’s bipolar superheroes
THE SCREAM THAT NEVER ENDS
Luna screamed for 24 hours. When she stopped, her throat felt as though it had been cleansed in holy water. Words kept sliding into her mouth, like honey flavoured saliva. Her eyes became two mahogany suns, which illuminated reality with newly discovered depth and intensity. Thomas Manfred removed his ear muffs and stared at Luna in awe.
“You have never been so beautiful,” he said with a sigh. Luna launched into a karate chop.
“We have much to do and little time in which to do it,” she said. “Listen closely…I shall say this only once.”
Thomas began hanging out with the kettles, mental health service users who congregated in cheap cafes and parks with their delusions and other friends. He engaged, but remained selective about what he said. One day, he asked Fifi, a twenty-stone loner with personal hygiene issues, why she never looked…
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