Herd, as in to keep together by Eilise Norris
The cows gather closely one week in September. Diana has been experimenting with bunches of carnations for her daughter’s wedding, rotating each stem from one brightly-dyed water to the next…
The cows gather closely one week in September. Diana has been experimenting with bunches of carnations for her daughter’s wedding, rotating each stem from one brightly-dyed water to the next…
– 0 – You are born, in Scotland. In February. It is cold outside. And wet. Perhaps you shake and shiver, newly exposed to this strange world all at once.…
When he returns home from the stone yard, as the shadows of dusk settle over the town, the baby is still there. The basket rests discreetly in a corner where…
He loved lying in bed, watching her get dressed in the morning. She moved quickly, peeling off her pyjamas as she walked across the room. Her hair – bobbed now,…
Ice and a snow weren’t the best material for the task, but Jason didn’t have much else to work with. He could cobble something together from the shattered concrete and…
When she was a toddler, I’d sometimes wake up to her laughing and stumble across the dark house and into her room, only to find her missing from her bed.…
‘Do I wear anything underneath?’ she called through the door of the changing room. ‘Nah. But keep your knickers on for now.’ Gail slipped out of her knickers, then stepped…
Missing the sign for Rosal, we drove far up the road on the wrong side of the River Naver before we turned and retraced our journey back over the bridge…
It’s too early in the day to want for things you cannot have. Those are nightly chants to ruin sleep. It doesn’t matter if you’re little and soft, still shocked…
They decided to rent out the farmhouse to the daughter of their best friends. The young woman had been a charming, mischievous child always twisted around her mother’s legs, and…
My fiancé’s sister Marcie convinced me to come on the promise of catharsis. How it goes, she says, driving us to the park, dashboard fan parting her ocean of curls,…
At St. Christopher School in Kent, Ohio, they still made you go outside for recess in eighth grade. So my friends and I would gather in a circle in the…