The glue factory
The best of the best meat erotica
Suspect Thoughts Press
Short story. Clouds stain the horizon: an ice storm, according to the television. Starting late this afternoon, at the height of rush hour, the northern suburbs can expect to be coated with freezing slush. The people here drive like clowns on cocaine. Since I am far to the north of the city, an hour from where suburbs give way to farms and forests, it's probably sleeting already. I'm being kept deep underground in a room warm enough to make most clothing too hot to wear. Despite the heat, these images of the storm-darkened sky send chills rippling through me. Stifling in here, Antarctica outside, and I am naked. I am naked.
Copyrihgt © 2002 Marshall Moore
The story also published in Moore, M. (2004). Black shapes in a darkened room: Short stories. San Francisco: Suspect Thoughts Press.
ISBN of the source publication: 9780971084612
Moore, M. (2002). The glue factory. In G. Wharton (Ed.), The best of the best meat erotica (pp. 209-220). San Francisco: Suspect Thoughts Press.