The Author by Elodie Rose Barnes
In an apartment – top floor, no lift – on rue Barbet du Jouy, a woman is kneeling on the floor. Her knees are chafing on the hardwood and her ankles are…
In an apartment – top floor, no lift – on rue Barbet du Jouy, a woman is kneeling on the floor. Her knees are chafing on the hardwood and her ankles are…
“Can you guys name something that lasts forever?” Pete readied his marker with an enthusiasm that bordered on parodic. He was one of the “cool” youth leaders. Even at that age, I…
We haven’t seen sky for weeks. It’s been smoky-grey so long, I’ve forgotten if blue even exists anymore. Ash catches in my throat as some Fire Marshalls arrive in a blackened truck…
Kerry, you were selected from all the longlisted entries for mentoring as I felt that there was something special and different about your voice. How do you describe your voice and what…
In the aftermath of the party, he wakes covered in the glittering soil of an upset spider plant. Crumbs of gold-flecked dirt slip from his swollen eyelids as daylight intrudes. His fingers…
She doesn’t save him this time. In the woods, she had known which mushrooms they could eat. In the House, she had shown him the trick with the chicken bone. When things…
You wait for him by the river’s edge, pulling your cardigan tight around your shoulders. A pair of swans float along the bank opposite, pausing to dabble for food in the reeds.…
After the third Stoli and cranberry, Irene’s husband Burt takes out his fire plow. His friend Mike eggs him on. “This man,” says Mike, flinging an arm over Burt’s shoulder, “this man…
On our boulevard of weeds and rot, our retired neighbor, Ivy, made us tea and finger sandwiches, taught us chopsticks and Chopin on the piano, and doled out metaphors and buttercream mints.…
The sales were still running and the streets were packed. All along the one side it was final reductions, half price or less and all along the other side it was big…
They arrived at first light, tying up their horses to wait beneath a drizzling sky. The Prime bell had just rung, but Brother Paul and the other monks were hastening away from…
Good for the garden, my father says. His skin prickles, raindrops on the window reflecting his anxiety. Good for your father, my mother says. Behind his back, whispering it to me as…