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The Shed
She takes to visiting the shed on a daily basis, constantly checking over her shoulder on the lookout for Lottie or James, hoping to snatch ...
Flash Friday Archives
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Irene, I’m Waiting
We come into this as helpless faucets of overflowing salt ducts, eager and scampering, exhausting profusely to make sense yet never availing, barely scratching. ... -
In The White House
My father has always said we’re not Americans. Americans have presidents. We don’t. We were carted over here from a land far away and don’t ... -
The Saffron Lover
This morning when Walter tumbled off a beribboned donkey halfway up the steep cobblestone path from the port to Fira he was embarrassed. ... -
Performance
But it wasn’t really a laugh. It was more like an ambulance siren than a laugh, all shrill and constant and loud, going “Ha ha ... -
Boys Will Be – Levi Andrew Noe
In the overgrown, ripening summer, four boys, elementary age, chase the day away. It is that magic hour, right after dinner, just before the dark ... -
The Man With No Hands
The bar is dimly-lit yet I can still see his face laced with long, shoe-string tears. Continue Reading The Man With No Hands ... -
Remaining Lost
She woke on the sand in the scorching daylight and tiptoed her fingers towards the gauze wrap of a woman dead beside her. ... -
3 Words
A descriptive flash piece built of 3-word phrases. Continue Reading 3 Words
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Return of the Hunger Artists
The old ways were coming back, too. Old tastes. Religion. Cigarettes. Casual racism, masturbation and chastity belts, and long, long fireside stories told on frigid ... -
All Sky, No Bone
The right leg kicks the football. The heart beats. The lungs breathe. The mouth opens. These actions belong to a body that used to belong ... -
How Much Longer Will We Be On This Page?
There were words strewn like spilt cereal all over the kitchen floor that morning, piles of subjectivity to be pushed aside before breakfast. ... -
Adrift
The sky had slipped from bold in its blueness to a softer pastel, its pink-tinged glow reflected in the limpid sea. The local fishermen were ... -
SYCHOSIS
It was difficult for Myra to chop vegetables without the knife she’d driven into her husband’s back. Carrots, potatoes, onions, all ready on the worktop, ... -
A Time of Desire
Orla started seeing Dan in secret. Hotel afternoons. Dan the man, was well off. Orla, not so much poor as unpractised in the pleasure of ... -
Red Letter Day
Amelia lies back against the cool cotton, splaying hands like white spindles. Continue Reading Red Letter Day
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Breath
“It shouldn’t be exposed like this,” she’d whisper. “We’re supposed to be ignorant. It works best that way.” Continue Reading Breath
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Convergence
I dislike the shift in speed induced by Earth’s gravity, the subtle but recognizable odor of decay and the gust of freshened air that’s puffed ... -
It Starts With Video Games
‘Yates types the names of the websites from the Visa bill and his browser is flooded with flesh. So many scenarios, inside, outside, by the ... -
Lost Cargo
‘He is lying on a tongue of a leviathan—sinking into the stomach lining of a whale. Swallowed whole. ‘ In the belly of a whale ...