We Can Say This Out Loud by Ben Slotky
I’ve got this great idea for a story about Bigfoot I want to tell you but don’t. We are in the kitchen. It is early and none of the kids are up.…
I’ve got this great idea for a story about Bigfoot I want to tell you but don’t. We are in the kitchen. It is early and none of the kids are up.…
Summer has given way to autumn as they step out for their evening walk. The sidewalk, split from years of icy wear and tear, forebodes the winter ahead. “Do you ever wonder…
Brett spent his weekends at the aquarium. He had a special permit to study the fish. He was writing a thesis. One day he invited me to see his experiment. He kept…
It was the summer after fifth grade when you started to find them, crisp little yellow and black bodies on windowsills around your mother’s house. You’d gotten a bad sunburn at Maddie…
It’s the first full moon since he went back to Germany. You told him you’d follow, give in your notice at the library. He emails every second day, a generation Y old-schooler.…
Maria could say something like, “It’s fine, I ate earlier.” Or, “I’ll have something when you’re in bed.” Or maybe, “Mummy’s not hungry tonight, babe, you finish it.” And then Emma will…
Black objects absorb heat better than white ones. The sun is approximately 93 million miles away. The square on the hypotenuse equals the sum of the squares on the other two sides.…
From high on the rooftop, where the splintery wooden water tower stands on its iron scaffold and tips its conical hat to the sun straining to rise through the rain slicked snow,…
‘Are we on the train?’ Julius would say to me, over and again, sitting at the window of the flat in Kings Cross with nothing to see but bricks. ‘Is this the…
A beat throbbed in her palm. Digging to extract a dandelion, she caught a change in pitch and speed and there it was, the thudding bass introduction to Blue Monday, pulsing along…
Molly was the first girl I ever fancied. There was something loose in her eyes, something frantic and unsatisfied. Her father was a violent man. Her mother was wild and free- a…
I see them in the hospital car park, fighting over something dead. They shriek and cry like children in a playground snatching toys from each other. There are three of them, I…