'Raw-brack of Lamb 1' by Jack Burston

Raw-brack dragged on his mask and walked to the kitchen. He sat, rolled the mask up to his nose and reached for the milk on the table in front of him. He slurped and swallowed. Beneath the milk, papers and clippings covered the table. Behind him a symmetrical mural covered the cupboards and the walls that held them up. He held a strongly highlighted, much rippled note, describing the address of a director. The paper had arrived to him from his contact. The contact was well concealed, but still unreliably visible. Raw-brack had dragged him through puddles and thrown him into walls, but the physical did little for the contact's reliability - but he provided.