Mémoire Subterranéen by Jose Luis Oseguera
Her glossy, red lipstick fish-hooked the corner of my eye. Although her blond tresses were neatly restrained by a hairpin and a ponytail, a single lock dislodged itself free, as she looked…
Her glossy, red lipstick fish-hooked the corner of my eye. Although her blond tresses were neatly restrained by a hairpin and a ponytail, a single lock dislodged itself free, as she looked…
After climbing a few more steps, he waits behind as they pause to lower the coffin onto the bench beside. This is the third time they’ve rested. As clouds thicken overhead and…
Dad likes to play car games on our Commodore 64 and he loves Out Run most of all. He pilots his big red Ferrari around the desert tracks and city streets with…
I reach for my rum, swallow it and the colonel’s words. “If you hear the gun fire, you’re probably all right.” I want to believe what he told me, but I don’t…
After drifting around the world for months, take a massage course in Bali, then slope back to London and move in with Takeshi, a man you barely know, a socially awkward Japanese…
The ages of Narayan’s life have gathered for his death. August years stoop at the deathbed’s helm. Solemn patriarchs of house and business, they are cast firmly in his mould. Further back,…
I watch them from my chair by the window. Mummy has dressed me in brown, cord pedal pushers and a white blouse with navy-blue bow that dangles from the top button like…
The bin bag full of helium balloons floats above Morag like a black cloud. She trudges through the village, past the sign that says THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH, towards the…
Another wave hit and sent her under. It pushed her down beneath the surface of the churning water and held her firm. She clawed at it; limbs heavy, eyes blank and nose…
I bring his truck to a stop where the gravel track ends, cut the lights and wait for my night vision to kick in. It’s fine, Half-pint. I’ll plan everything, but I…
Time stood still. Just for a moment. But it was enough. Their eyes closed as the silty sand was sprinkled over their faces. Sleep came quickly and plunged them into darkness. They…
You send me a text in the evening, as I’m sitting on the sofa beside my husband. ‘Who’s that?’ he asks. ‘Just a woman from work.’ I click to close the screen.…