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End of the World Music
What could be an endless ocean lay at the prow. Where the deep rosewood deck ends the dark water begins. Continue Reading End of the World Music
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. Continue Reading How Much ...
Carnival
Every year, they arrived overnight—hulking beasts of steel, purring in anticipation under the harvest moon. Their shoulders jutted over the trees. Continue Reading Carnival
My Life Atomic
I wasn’t expected to live long. Born in the shadow of a great war, it was casually assumed I would perish in the next. Continue Reading My ...
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 busy at the far end ...
Living is Easy
I didn’t even hear him come in. Just walked into the kitchen and found him sitting splay-legged at the table, cleaning his nails with a tiger claw threaded onto a ...
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, but her good knife was ...
The Gentleman, 1966
She didn’t like the way he was staring: that bald, red-nosed old ‘gentleman’ in the tweed waistcoat. Respectable as you like, but for the hawkish look on his face. It ...
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 spending money, luxuriated. ...
Elise in Croatia
Kamelija meets her at the little airport in Zagreb. She is driving a beat-up VW Passat with no driver’s side mirror. They squeeze Elise’s suitcase and bag into the trunk, ...
Red Letter Day
Amelia lies back against the cool cotton, splaying hands like white spindles. Continue Reading Red Letter Day
The Son of Lee Van Cleef
I wanted to tell her all of this, but when I tried to speak I had no answer for the gorilla. Instead I let my mind wander until I settled ...
Like a String
Leo wished he could tell his son how sometimes a thing like love can hurt too much, how it is like a string that vibrates, creating sound. Continue ...
The Witness
The pitiful creature has been caught in a net of his own design. See how he struggles and gets more tangled up. It’s too much for my delicate sensibilities: so ...
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
Neighborly Class
It is a little stunted, and the kernels are not always plumped out like fresh pillows, but it does well enough as bulk cattle feed, pellet chicken feed. ...
The Bridge
There were a handful of minor rules and two major ones: don’t cross the rope bridge without a Scout Master present and do not cross it at night under any ...
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 into the spacecraft to mask ...
The Staircase
Now disheveled like an old beauty in her tattered dressing gown. Gravel disorderly mixed with dirt, gnawed hedges. Continue Reading The Staircase
Buitre
We also watched scorpions making their determined way on the sand or across the road, and in the evening, we walked with our heads bent towards the ground, so we ...