GULLEY OF THE DOLLS by Judyth Emanuel … Funny what I don’t remember. Me crying, I wanna live my reality. I really really do. Funny what I can’t pronounce. Big words like optical illusions fabricate deceptive realities. False naïveté invents photophobic sensations. An old-style film shoots from my magic eye. I create a dreamlike panorama.
TANA BARU by Ryan Licata On returning to his mother’s home in the Bo-Kaap, Nasaar heard that Aisha Booley was visiting from London. He knew that it was not the first time that she’d come home, but since his move to Prince Albert, they had not seen each other in more than ten years. Nasaar
VALIOLLAH’S 40th by Morad Moazami … “Does this look all right?” Mehran asked his mother. She took a glance and returned to her phone. “It does,” she said. Uncertain, she raised her head again, casting another passing glimpse. “Maybe you should have shaved.” “Why?” “It’s unclean.” “It’s a sign of respect.” “You not shaving?” “It
BRANCHES by Tomek Dzido Atticus sat in his hut, thinking. Ida hadn’t returned last night, or the night before, or the night before that, and when he tried to recall the last time she had, his mind shot a blank. He simply couldn’t remember. When the doctor diagnosed him with the onset of Alzheimer’s, Atticus
CLAPHAM COMMON by Sally-Anne Wilkinson … From the first moment I see you, that’s it. We’re on our lunch from work, taking advantage of the dry weather and kicking a ball around the Common, when Mac suddenly stops and nudges me. ‘Jones-y. Check her out.’ I look in the direction he’s indicating – towards you.
NYMPHETTE’S BALL by Lauren Bell … Her world is black and white as though she sees through monochrome eyes. Colour is a thing of the recent past and already feels alien to her. She can discern light from dark, but no colour; they are only varying shades of grey. The world seems emptier than before
FOR SALE AT THE CAROUSEL by Sian Evans … We all came at the same time. Jet, a boy was first. Then Lola second and me – Star – last. Three of us; three is his lucky number, so he says, and thus he thinks we will bring him good fortune. I know what he
THE ESCAPE by Cathy Vella She waits. She watches the horizon. The sky was almost black when she left the cottage. Now it is a dark grey, where the low cloud meets the blanket of white. Her legs ache from the steep walk through the forest, and her face stings. It’s a bitter, biting cold.
A CHRISTMAS GARROL by Tomek Dzido … I was sitting there staring at my shoes when a penguin came up to me and tried to sell me a small child for Christmas. I looked down at them both and considered the question. Just as I prepared to articulate my concerns the penguin slapped the boy
JINGLE ALL THE WAY by Anthony Self … The cashier inattentively swiped the various items across the reader. When she had finished, she flashed a mirthless smile and solemnly mumbled that the amount totalled £34.50. Maureen noted as she handed over her debit card that the cashier had a melancholic look about her, with dull