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Fiction, Litro #100: South London
Assassins by Ralph Williams
“I’m here to kill your flatmate,” this guy said with his gun, standing in my doorway, feet well spaced, and calm. I did my best to look unimpressed. I shrugged. ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
Maxie Baby by Rob Ganley
Max the bulldog started to rise. Charlie waited at the door and willed strength into his bowed legs. They shook and wobbled beneath him until he was up, a Zeppelin ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
Cat and Man by Miriam Burke
She turns towards him in her sleep and he is buffeted by a squall of stale breath. ‘If I loved her, I would love her stale breeze‘, he says, sadly, ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
A Horse Named Peto by Sam Mead
There is a range of purple mountains, building and tumbling up ahead; they rise up from the plain like unbreaking waves and the snowcaps push themselves inside the motherly clouds ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
How a Lion Smells by Neil Baker
Dad was a boy at the time, just five years old. It was the Blitz, but he stayed in Battersea. His mum wouldn’t send him to the country when the ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
The Baron’s Tumescence by Peter Browning
“The biggest shit,” The Baron shouts, “is it’s hardly a glamour job going on a foreign assignment – when you’re a fucking accountant!” Simon shakes his head as the two ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
Survivor by Caroline England
I hadn’t ever really looked at the old man before he lay on the pavement in the September sun, his head cushioned by blood. He’d always been there though, in ...
Fiction, Litro #100: South London
The End of the Line by Malcolm Gluck
It is a pleasant morning. I have eaten a substantial breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with my Earl Grey. In three hours, all being well, my lover Henri(etta)will ...