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The Eggs Are Not A Metaphor For Fertility
The woman in the shop with the long, dark plait doesn’t like me. I always do my little, but clear and concise, ‘Hello’, and she doesn't answer. The way she slams my change on the counter suggests she can’t stand me. I’ve bought so many…
Culture Quiz: Get Shorty
Next Week: Don't forget to check in next week where the theme is, Gold Diggers. We'll give you some of the best social climbers from literature but do you know their names?
A New Star Is Born
Out of the Highland mist emerged three camels. Their riders, white bearded men wearing oriental gowns and turbans, were quarrelling.
'You may be a wise man, Balthazar, but you skipped the geography classes, didn't you?' Melchior lashed…
Ebola Elgon
Norman Marshall stretched and sighed, the bones in his shoulders and back cracking like gunshots. It had been a long flight and he needed a shower and a cup of coffee, but instead of sitting at his breakfast bar in his bathrobe, Norman…
The Resignation of Mabel Maghee
To whom it may concern
RE: The disappearance of Abigail Petty
To all concerned parties, this is my account of the events leading up to the disappearance of Abigail Petty, known henceforth as Abby. From this point forward I will…
Sunday in Second Year
John-Joe Warde had a head on him like a block. His shoulders were square and broad and his hands were strong. His face was flat except for the nose that angled at the top from being broke a couple of times. When he walked on the street and…
The Transcripts of Venus
My lover Venus and I were sitting on our front porch, enjoying a gin and tonic and staring at the sky, when we saw a small speck moving across the face of the sun. I didn’t think much of it at the time. However, later that evening, the…
Dash-pebbled
The note flapped from the letterbox, not even pushed in far enough to fall through and land with a flutter on the spiny welcome mat that collected stray mud from the soles of our boots.
Written in thick black marker pen…
Nowhere Fast
They descended on the abandoned car dealership on the outskirts of town, their headlights flashing in the window of the empty showroom and the sign that read ‘Byrne’s Motors – New & Previously Enjoyed Cars’ faded through neglect to a…