The wrinkles on her face were numerous, I tried to count them and guess her age the way you would add up the rings on an exposed tree stump. She struck me as the type of woman whose beauty had once been intimidating, but the visible tiredness that growing old tattoos to your body and …
Jesus was drinking wine when the guests crashed onto the dinner table. Creatures the size of cats with small ears, pointy noses, and turquoise hair covering their bodies scurried around the turkey and knocked over bowls of corn and peas and carrots. A few lay on their backs around the mashed potatoes, pretending to play …
It happened like this. Sometime after summer, my dad set fire to a field. He set fire to the field behind the barn. Then he argued with my mum while the men from the Bank hung labels on things but the fire got out of control and the barn caught fire and exploded. It just …
When I was 16 I asked out the most gorgeous girl in the superstore. She was behind the deli counter in a little paper-boat hat, blonde plaited hair twirling out from each side and down past her shoulders. I felt too young and too stupid, but I said one time as I passed with a …
i. The Sky Kingdom My people call our home the Sky Kingdom. When I drive the herd between the mountains, I feel as though I am walking next to God. Sometimes, He speaks to me. Other times, He shows me things. Today, I have angered Him. ii. ‘Little Fish’ My name is Tuma, and I …
Saturday morning, and I’m taking my breakfast at the same diner I always have. Time was when Boots, Ed and me would trawl in here regular, early morning red-eyed from a night driving back from a gig we’d done upstate. These days I tend to come here on my own. There’s only the one server …
There was a tune in my head, every moment when I think of that time, Summer Song by Ronnie Foster, imagine the sound is coming out of the centre of your brain, an earworm like the kids say, present every occasion that I walked through the little university complex, the streetfront campus pubs, the concourse, …
My sharpness is smoothed out at the edges. White fog has seeped through the tent lining, swirled around the fleece of my hood, into my grey matter. As my tent rocks, the mercury level drops a fraction more. In the sideways sleet I can’t figure out how far north of the main party I am. …
January We wore shorts and believed the world was dying. You showed me the tooth you lost in a fight. “I can stick it back in,” you said. Your sweaty hand wrapped mine like a glove. February Your dad said you weren’t eating enough real food. I slept on your floor and whistled Desperado. You …
“Ever since the election, business has been in the toilet.” Ursula waved her arm toward the convention of empty seats that occupied the delicatessen’s interior. “That damn Lend Me a Fiver Party is killing us.” “What’s the problem? You haven’t loaned them a fiver yet?” “It’s Prime Minister Shitonabun. We always name a sandwich after …
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Soomaya drew a translucent finger across the micro-fine sheet of slate. The lines and figures on the page sprang up in rolling formation, magnified by her vitreous flesh. She absorbed the combination of artistry and structural calculus through nerves that recorded visual stimuli from every square inch of transparent skin. Passing over a particularly beautiful …
The little girl on the swing looks sad. Her mother is speaking into a ‘phone, its blue glow lighting up her drawn-in eyebrows and cheap mascara. She’s gesturing wildly with her hands, arguing, cursing. I’m embarrassed for her, for the little girl, who sits waiting for a push, dangling skinny legs from denim cut-offs and …