Short Fiction and Poetry

I gave each line a fair start but finished only a few. After the first page, I was eager to sign so I quickly flipped to the second. [...]

Maybe it was the fact that it was day three out of five on her own with the kids — Richard was away on business again [...]

The old man was as lean as a tough winter, and yet he never got cold. He wore a hoodie and tatty fishing gloves in January. [...]

Open a window, otherwise you’re living in a tomb. Avoid dying on a humid Wednesday, slumped in the communal vinyl throne [...]