All right, and seventeen cents

Lately I've been getting all my spam from the Israeli Brokerage Agency (it's the only place to get it, darling). The Agency is apparently keen to offer me "PART TIME WORK!!", but inside the email is a different story. Literally. I've been cutting and pasting the email contents as research for a science-fiction spam story, and reading the messages one after the other I realised they form a surreal, but ongoing, narrative. It's the story of Paul, a frustrated novelist, and Annie, his supportive wife. One of them (Paul, I think) has killed someone.

( Episode I: Citron )

( Episode II: Argon )

( Episdode III: Anguish )

Anguish, indeed.