Thrills by Tianna Grosch
Thunder vibrates through my chest like an extra heartbeat ticking in time with mine. Lightning streaks as I fling my bare ass into the shock of cold water. The thought feels real.…
Thunder vibrates through my chest like an extra heartbeat ticking in time with mine. Lightning streaks as I fling my bare ass into the shock of cold water. The thought feels real.…
Her spine, like a shepherd’s crook . . . like a question mark—Am I still here? “I won’t be long for this world,” Aunt Mildred keeps reminding us. Our lack of protest…
People think I give them sound advice, but I don’t. I always start by asking what their favourite brand of shoes is. Then I hand them a pair and ask them to…
My girl Orla and I have made a pact to get sober. As a final blow-out we’ve booked into a chalet on the river for two nights on some-one else’s credit card.…
My inbox filled. Phone calls from my mother went unreturned. The showcase of Japanese knives kept replaying on the shopping channel. My thumb was sore from scrolling. I started daydreaming about my…
Let us suppose that we do go to Venice. Let us imagine that child care can be arranged, that one of the people we’ve tentatively asked – ‘just an idea, nothing booked’…
Tommy sat amongst the debris of his meal. His hands twisted in front of him; a dance of anxiety he was powerless to stop. He had prepared for this evening as though…
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. I’d then…
She’s spotted three empty seats in an array of five-by-five. The first two rows only have empty middle seats with couples on the edges. Couples not as in romantically-coupled, just two people…
During his math test, Darwin talks about watching his favorite shows on Hoolahoo. The one about the lightning guy in red is his favorite. The guy who can run real fast, cross…
‘This is nice,’ said Sharon, ‘thank you for making this a memorable anniversary picnic, one that you actually attend instead of it being just me and the kids. I know it took…
‘Look, Dad,’ I say, placing the photo album on his lap. ‘It’s you, in the old days, at the circus.’ His pallid hands don’t move, so I flip the pages for him.…