Mikey lay his hand on the kid’s head. ‘What do you want to do next?’ The kid, transfixed by his game, pressed a few buttons and said nothing. Mikey wondered if this was what childhood was really like but had nothing to compare it to and could barely get the thought out the gate. ‘Are you hungry? I can do pancakes.’ A canned scream came from the screen and the kid dropped his controller disgustedly. ‘You made me die,’ he said. Mikey tussled the kid’s hair in a way he thought playful. ‘Living takes more practise than you’d think.’
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.