Audit
By Tamara-Lee Brereton-Karabetsos

At 10:07 a.m., the rainbow arrived with a clipboard and elbows. Red yelled at forks; blue denied chairs; yellow laughed until the ceiling burped sequins, lost socks. The cat stepped through green and became enforceable, dragging a leash of clauses around ankles; every paw tap stamped fines into tiles, which hummed in discomfort. Mailboxes sprouted sticky notes: overdue, unsigned, irrefutable. Windows refused exit, doors curled into noodles. Neighbors stumbled into violet, some forgot names. By noon, the spectrum foreclosed, folding the street like origami. Someone laughed. Even after dark, receipts dripped from clouds—sticky, persistent, uncompromising, demanding.
Tamara-Lee Brereton-Karabetsos investigates the physical residues of memory through forensic and clinical frameworks. Their work prioritizes the texture of the material world over the sentimentality of the abstract, focusing on the seismic traces of human experience. They are currently documenting the quantitative weight and “half-life” of the written word.


I'm a huge fan of your crazy brain. Wow! Such bright fun! And I love that your bio is almost an extension of the story.
I love the lovely non sequitur imagery and the way this story provokes the reader to question what is really happening here. I read it three times in quick succession!