All that decor | 27 August 2009

A sponge on the rampage is a formidable foe. It has no central nervous system, not like us.

“It’s not like us,” says Chris, from the top of his condo, where he has gone with his binoculars to reconnoitre. Amanda clings to him fearfully. What a shame this is — they just bought the condo, in which they had great sex in Chapter One, and now look. All that decor gone to waste.

From “Three Novels I Won’t Write Soon” in The Tent by Margaret Atwood

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