Bursting into tears Murf confesses that yes, he is a coprophile, which leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. I go to the toilet and text Ursula but she doesn’t answer. It’s an unfortunate moment for my boil to explode: zillions of tiny green spiders scurry from my weeping glans and scurry in every direction. The men either side of me at the urinal say nothing.
Fortunately the end is in sight: The Lion.
Closed. The first syllable of a sonnet.
-From "Hatful of Holloway", published in the "Down the Angel and Up Holloway" anthology (Pulp Books 2006), and one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.