She has bought a box of supermarket sushi for lunch, but all the green spaces and benches in the centre of town are so packed with people. Loud people. She wants to go somewhere and relax. She would like to be able to enjoy her lunch in peace and quiet. She hates seeing so many faces crowding round her. It is upsetting. She can feel herself becoming panicked. The panic feels like a snake. It pulls itself up out of her stomach and up through her throat; like a slow, venomous vomit rising into her mouth. Continue reading “Relaxation (short story)”
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‘Marching Orders’ published in Number Eleven magazine
Lunch ends with the head waiter kissing my grandmother on both cheeks. He calls her ‘beautiful girl’ and forgives her for not having eaten more than a few mouthfuls of her melanzane parmigiano. While she appreciates the attention, gran doesn’t understand it– the table behind us are beery loud, she’s slightly cross with me for paying, and she usually pretends not to understand English spoken with a non-British accent […]
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Take My Advice-Slip (short story)
The ATM screen is flashing at me. Would I like an advice slip with my cash? I press the button for yes. Continue reading “Take My Advice-Slip (short story)”
Enjoying ‘The View From Here’
The first thing Janet sees in the art is her own reflection. The black-rimmed glass captures the outline of her face, and the rectangles on the wall behind her, and the chattering mouths of the couple heading towards the exit […]
Reconstruction (short story)
He bought the tape measure during one of his trips to Amsterdam, Continue reading “Reconstruction (short story)”
Respiration (short story)
She had the day off work because the fish died. Continue reading “Respiration (short story)”
If You Love Me, Let Me Go (short story)
Mind yourself as you come through there, please, the newspaper on the floor hasn’t been changed since yesterday. Continue reading “If You Love Me, Let Me Go (short story)”
Endangered Species (short story)
Was I right to burn my bridges? Not the best call, environmentally speaking. Great plumes of black smoke and that lingering, queasy aftertaste in the air which must have been the plastic safety rail. Continue reading “Endangered Species (short story)”
I Miss Her (#shortstory)
I play my grandmother’s memory loss in a game for closeness. Continue reading “I Miss Her (#shortstory)”
Out of Time (short story)
Ellie plays by my feet, pretending that the screwdriver set is a family of dolls. Continue reading “Out of Time (short story)”