The Crossing by Christopher M Drew
A warm breeze passes through the hotel window and stirs the gauze curtains. For a moment I can see the bright coastline across the bay, a curve of coloured lights…
A warm breeze passes through the hotel window and stirs the gauze curtains. For a moment I can see the bright coastline across the bay, a curve of coloured lights…
Tommy had known Lissy for as long as he could remember (and he remembers EVERYTHING) but had never been able to look her in the eye. Not even now as…
We always met in the dying summer, when unpicked peaches fell on the ground. The ants sucked up the sweetness of the overripe and bruised fruit and danced on the…
[TW: The following flash contains reference to an eating disorder and self-harm.] Mia wants me to die. Porcelain cools my forehead as I hunch over the leaky toilet. She holds…
“Don’t look now,” she says. “Then when?” “Later, when I’m gone.” I angle my head in that way she hates, fishing for a reaction. She gives me nothing. I lunge…
When he tells me the result I am in the drawing room. It used to be the room women would withdraw to, whilst the men were left to have important…
They were on the run with everything they would ever need, mostly the two bags full of eyeballs sitting in the backseat of their 2003 Hyundai Elantra hatchback, but also…
After Jared’s mom didn’t come home from book club, Jared threw sticks at the fence until I stomped around to what my dad called the Rockwater side, and then he…
“Guinness,” Reece tells the bartender, sliding onto the stool beside mine. “And another Stella for the lady.” The last time Reece and I were in the same place at the…
It’s a surprise to see you at the school gate. I’m with Pete, the kids milling around, getting underfoot with PE kits and scooters. I didn’t know you’d moved back.…
The man turns his head and spits and his thick saliva lands in a clump of wild grass on the verge by the side of the road. It glues two…
He was so thin. Look how thin! So much so it hurt to sit on solid surfaces, and so the sofa became his domain, poised on piles of downy-soft pillows,…