Workington. Fisher Street. Jackson’s sweetshop. Mother of thirteen rolls the fruit drops in powdered sugar, dusts off her fingers, puts in her curlers. Says sweet dreams children. Father of thirteen,…

Work for enough to live on so that you pass as human. This isn’t a supernatural story. You are a human being. Human is your species. You walk along the…

Breffni didn’t like the treasure hunt worksheets handed out to children at museums.  He preferred to look at the exhibits himself and learn what he could from being close to…

The couple who lives next door to us owns their home, while my boyfriend and I are renting. We pay 2,000 a month for the second floor of a duplex.…

He told her he had news and let’s get away to Rhode Island. He told her he wanted the news to be separate from the rest of their lives. They…

It was cloudy and he used his chopsticks the proper way, so we believed him; the way you do when someone knows the difference between holding them to separate pickle…

Mr. Hendrick is watching me. “Work faster, girl!” he bellows over the clack-clack of the looms. I heap loose fibres into the sack, just like every day, and hold my…

‘What’s he saying?’ ‘He’s telling us to take care where we walk. There are wild orchids in the lawn. See.’ She raised an ironic eyebrow and pointed with the toe…

Sometimes she remembers the swimsuit being green, old-fashioned ruched cotton, sandy round the bottom. Other times it is mustard yellow or blue. Sometimes the sun is so bright she has…

That summer we created a new genre of living. We grew like cloudberries in the wilderness of secret locations. The ratio of you to me and me to you leaned…

The zombie food delivery worker pedalled his bike furiously through the traffic, dodging between snarling cars and seething trucks. The glare from their headlights bounced off the hi-vis jacket the…

Sister Agulíne’s joints informed her it was raining just before her ears confirmed the fact. She’d inherited the gouted tree trunk ankles of her grandmother, a woman born in the…