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Belly by Sonia Hope

Vanessa couldn’t believe her luck when Reggie asked her out. I’ll treat you to a Nando’s, he said. He drove her to the West End in a silver Volkswagen Golf GTi. Vanessa didn’t dare ask where he’d got it. They abandoned the car down a side street off Charing Cross Road and ran laughing towards …

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I Am Coin by Rosaleen Lynch

My spirit rests in one of the thirty pieces of your soul’s silver, tendered, a test of my undaunted mettle, I am coin, a victim of the currency that barters with my worth, not a curse, a vengeful seduction, I’m found in the Kabul hoard, amongst the punch-marked siglos, and in the ancient Athenian decadrachms, …

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Cafeteria by Rick White

In the school cafeteria at lunchtime, hungry mouths of lickspittle children lick salty chip-fingers and belch like milk-drunk babies in each other’s faces. Douglas’s table is empty, his belly too. He stares into the space between the formica tabletop and the linoleum floor, tries to disappear. The other kids call him names, they avoid him …

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Juliet Is Drinking Her Morning Tea When She Notices A Crack by Noemi Scheiring-Olah

1 sip Hot blend of black and a spot of white. A stroke to the tongue, a hump to the throat, a pause to time. Perfect. A crack zigzags ceiling-to-floor. An insulting cut to the book-page-white wall. 2 sips Warmth, unfit to iron out a frown. Side-eyeing the crack, Juliet calls out, Howard?, immediately wondering …

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You Never Forget How to Feed Them Even Though There’s Nothing, and Tell Them You’ll Eat Later by Jimmy Webb

These moments are everything. Right now with Azalea is when I’m truly home, even if it’s virtual. She’s wearing the cream chiffon scarf I bought for her thirtieth. She always wears something I got her. Her subtle way of showing her love. I wish I could return the gesture, but have to make do with …

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A Sense of Commotion on the Sixth Floor by Hannah Sutherland

It’s her voice you hear first. A high-pitched shriek that brings up your skin in pimples. You’ve been sitting at your wobbly-legged desk, mindlessly nibbling a cinnamon swirl that bloats you, sipping lukewarm tea on your swivel chair which is stuck at one disappointing level and makes the rope of your spine crooked and painful …

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