Dream Tunnel by Emily Harrison
The clown’s bulky shoes squeak as it makes its way over the worn calcified land. The miniature bells sewed loosely to the faded periwinkle jacket jingle limply. Its face is…
The clown’s bulky shoes squeak as it makes its way over the worn calcified land. The miniature bells sewed loosely to the faded periwinkle jacket jingle limply. Its face is…
The purple tulips you bought have opened wide, like mouths shouting. The yellow stamens are angry tonsils. You’re upstairs on the computer compiling a soundtrack for the party on Saturday…
Monique was small in stature, huge in voice and ego. She managed to offend everyone on the first day of our team-building weekend. When Rick stood up to shake hands…
Hamster-cheeked girl – me, eight – and the pony Jet, standing side by side, my arms wrapped choke-hold around his neck (I loved him, I loved him). Smiling small enough…
Lorna was eager to see Kris’ sleepy head still in bed, back at her flat. Her boyfriend had stayed the night and taken the day off work to wait there…
I walk down the stairs of the basement to see the boys playing the pass out game again. “You meddling boys,” I say to them, all stringy skateboard hair and…
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…
It was the summer of secrets. My brother Mason, withdrawn and glassy, only appeared from his room at dinnertime, blinking. He had a new odor about him that made me…
Bryce won’t turn on the air, not even the ceiling fan. It feels like the nineties inside his house. I want to open the sliding glass door, but my brother…
The first steps into the water are tepid and unfamiliar. The soles of her feet squish against the moss-covered rocks that line the sandy shoreline and the beginning of the…
Before I knew my father was right, I already had a son who thought I was wrong. I sit here. Contemplating the next steps. I voice my concerns, to everyone…
Her glossy, red lipstick fish-hooked the corner of my eye. Although her blond tresses were neatly restrained by a hairpin and a ponytail, a single lock dislodged itself free, as…