Resistentialism
The last step on the landing had always had it in for her,tripping her countless times. Mollie had issues with the coffee table,too,the way its malicious angles clattered her shins. Worst of the lot,she brooded as she fetched the tool kit,was the bastard bedroom-door handle. How often,as she’d rushed past,had it reached out and violently reefed her handbag off her shoulder,or grabbed at her shirt,hauling her back? She’d warned it many times,but it never listened. Well,it would now,she thought,noting,with satisfaction,the heft of the hammer in her hand. Words by Paul Connolly. Illustration by Jim Pavlidis.