Mould by Ash Ericmore
Vanessa is starting her day like any other. The baby is crying. Her mother has yet another man in the house. The ceiling is damp.
There’s a mould growing. One she studies, needs to clean, but the spores are already there, everywhere.
And they change you.
Mould is about the end of all things. About the change. The new world order.
One created through violence and sex.
Well, well, well
That shit was fucked up. Even for Ash. That’s about all I can say.