Bee Shells by Alex Evans
It was the summer after fifth grade when you started to find them, crisp little yellow and black bodies on windowsills around your mother’s house. You’d gotten a bad sunburn…
It was the summer after fifth grade when you started to find them, crisp little yellow and black bodies on windowsills around your mother’s house. You’d gotten a bad sunburn…
It’s the first full moon since he went back to Germany. You told him you’d follow, give in your notice at the library. He emails every second day, a generation…
Maria could say something like, “It’s fine, I ate earlier.” Or, “I’ll have something when you’re in bed.” Or maybe, “Mummy’s not hungry tonight, babe, you finish it.” And then…
From high on the rooftop, where the splintery wooden water tower stands on its iron scaffold and tips its conical hat to the sun straining to rise through the rain…
‘Are we on the train?’ Julius would say to me, over and again, sitting at the window of the flat in Kings Cross with nothing to see but bricks. ‘Is…
A beat throbbed in her palm. Digging to extract a dandelion, she caught a change in pitch and speed and there it was, the thudding bass introduction to Blue Monday,…
I see them in the hospital car park, fighting over something dead. They shriek and cry like children in a playground snatching toys from each other. There are three of…
“‘fraid it won’t be ready till tomorrow,” say the overalled knees poking out from under my silver Fiat Panda. “But the receptionist said four thirty?” When I panic my voice…
It is said that drosophila do not feed on blood – that they do not even have the ability to bite – but still this one is biting him as…
The thing about Connor is his smell. Like meadows, and autumn rain, and something elusive I don’t even want to describe, that makes him feel like home and walking through…
At moments like this, I wished Giffords still had a head, so I could smack him across the back of it and get him to calm down. He zoomed across…
My Love, I need to tell you about the Venera spacecraft. From the 1960s to the 80s, the Soviets sent these little cans, one after the other, to the surface…