The Paths of the Great Lovers Cross at Victoria Station by Dan Brotzel
Really, what were the chances? He was on his way to a meeting with a recruitment agency in the area; she was there to catch a Gatwick Express to the airport, whence…
Really, what were the chances? He was on his way to a meeting with a recruitment agency in the area; she was there to catch a Gatwick Express to the airport, whence…
One: Your morning breath that she used to laugh through to press her lips to yours now makes her nose scrunch like the paper bag she suggests you breathe into when your…
This Is (Not About) David Bowie is the debut flash fiction collection from F.J. Morris. Surreal, strange and beautiful it shines a light on the modern day from the view of the…
‘Daniel, please. Let’s stop, up at Carter Bar? Get out for some air.’ In profile, she sees his jaw tighten, his Adam’s apple slides up and down his leathered neck. The low…
It was Opinder’s dream home, but it had sucked up her savings and 10 years of her life from conception to completion. She’d worked to come up with a design that had…
I understand the Witch now. A little over a year ago, I succumbed to a bad flu — the kind of true influenza that leaves you dry, spent, delirious. Alone in my…
It swirled inside her belly, rising, climbing, scaling her insides. The sour-bile truth stretched across her tongue like a venomous, roaming snake. But fear was bigger. And shame was easy as a…
I wrap myself in the bathroom towel. Either it’s grown or I’ve shrunk. We have, however, both gone saggy. If it’s expanded, it hasn’t increased its absorbent surface area any. The terry…
“It fits in your hand,” she said. “Not like a wristwatch, or a carry-clock, it’s supposed to meld to your palm. See if it fits yours.” He held out his hand for…
E.J.’s half-sister Pammy calls him. “Your poor, discarded bio dad.” Then she says like a kindergarten teacher, “Mitch kept repeating, ‘No one loves me anymore.’” She lets out a laugh. “Mom says…
Reader, she killed me. It was a spring day like any other: balmy, of an imponderable sweetness. It was the sort of day one believes in oneself and one’s erratic notions, truly…
They had been talking for what felt like hours before Christopher noticed the walls crumbling down around them. He’d been too transfixed on the movement of her lips when she spoke, the…