The Aesthete by Philip Berry

Soomaya drew a translucent finger across the micro-fine sheet of slate. The lines and figures on the page sprang up in rolling formation, magnified by her vitreous flesh. She absorbed the combination of artistry and structural calculus through nerves that…

Swings by Kate Jones

The little girl on the swing looks sad.  Her mother is speaking into a ‘phone, its blue glow lighting up her drawn-in eyebrows and cheap mascara.  She’s gesturing wildly with her hands, arguing, cursing. I’m embarrassed for her, for the…

Cast In Order Of Appearance by Helen Victoria Anderson

We have the same eyes. Kind of peanut-shaped and poked quite far into our heads. It’s one of my favourite nearly-identical things about us. Mum says Lou’s are hazel. Mine are slightly muddy puddle. We have the same Mum and…

The Great Columbus Motel Pool by Chris Milam

A stubborn man wearing cartoonish golf shorts walked down a concrete path that ran parallel to a river that’s only a river by name. It’s not the lyrical Ohio or majestic Mississippi. He believed it fell somewhere between a stagnant,…