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The White Picket Fence by Candice Carnes 2 Aug 2013 | 04:45 pm
My pink nightgown sticks to me, thin with sweat, on this hot July night. My husband, Martin, sleeps on his side of the room. Twelve lonely years have passed since we’ve shared a bed. Twelve years sinc...
The Willow by M J Foster 27 Jul 2013 | 12:54 pm
Camille bit through her lip the day we discovered the body. Not when we found it but later when I was talking to the policeman. She kept interrupting until finally the policeman told her to wait her t...
Sleeping Pills for Babies by Louise Beech 19 Jul 2013 | 09:25 pm
Once upon a time long ago letters were physical. Written correspondence meant pages of smooth paper impressed with swirls of ink, marked by whatever stains gave the writer away - tea, coffee, blood -...
Outside the Atmosphere by Shirley Golden 12 Jul 2013 | 05:50 pm
‘Pez says the moon landings were faked,’ I say. ‘Pez assumes everything’s a fake,’ JC replies. He shades his eyes and looks across the fields. ‘But what do you think?’ ‘Does it matter? It’s histo...
Closing In by Daniel Gothard 5 Jul 2013 | 03:13 pm
It wasn't breaking and entering. He was still paying half the mortgage and the utility bills; surely he had a right to be in the house. ‘Youwant to leave, Christopher. So Iwant your keys,’ Claire ha....
The Season For Hairy Crabs by Elaine Chiew 28 Jun 2013 | 02:26 pm
There’s a place on Sing Woo Road in Happy Valley where you can buy hairy-crabs from Yangcheng Lake. I bought six, I was going to have the amah stew it in hot Szechuan peppers for Sonny. But he never ...
Hamish by Eddi Goodwin 21 Jun 2013 | 09:12 pm
As usual it takes me ages to wake up properly. I break the surface of consciousness only to sink down again into troubled, hazy dozing. As I drift to and fro I am aware of a figure in the visitor’s ch...
The Swim by Louise Tondeur 14 Jun 2013 | 04:16 pm
I came to the park today where the thick hedges have been trimmed to look like giant sandcastles. First I sit in the white café next to a table of cakes and freesias in a glass that smell like water a...
The Box by Susan Tepper 7 Jun 2013 | 12:21 pm
On the 6th day of the storm I build a box. This is not a simple undertaking. The house has no power, all is pitch blackness including the basement. I struggle to get down the basement stairs with just...
Also Tends by Tania Hershman 31 May 2013 | 02:24 pm
between us, kitchen sink to roof and eye, and between us salt cellar, pepper pot, and between us those holes of remembering, when you say and I say and all that's said is said and nothing at all. - K...
