Nothing

By David Brian Andrews

He was tall, well over six foot, but extremely thin. (You imagined he might look like Mr Burns when naked: bony ribcage, shoulders hunched and curved around a hollow chest.) Also, his beard was thicker in some parts than in others. But it was brains over brawn with him. ‘Tyranny requires simplification,‘ he said after you told him you’d hit a dead end interpreting Geoffrey Hill. He’d looked off in the middle distance the whole time you were talking, considering. There were other things, though, like how he kept calling the waitress ‘honey’ or ‘babe’. Plus, of course, the bad teeth.