The woman approaching has a sour lemon-suck pout. Her judgement tides over us; I’m glad the pram’s hooded deeply enough …
Chrysalis. Flash fiction by Brid McGinley
Mari looked again at the small drawing pad on her paint-spotted desk, a red pencil poised between her crooked fingers. …
Bread and Tulips. Flash Fiction by Kathryn Anna Marshall
Wednesday is the best day – quiet, lovely Carl is usually filling the shelves and if I get here for …
a not-at-all-objective manual to work through an anxiety attack in the middle of a pandemic by Anja Meyer
do not think about your mother, small and frail, waving through the windows of her nursing home. do not think …
Masks. Flash fiction by Pen Kease
‘They say we’ll be talking about this for a long time – that the stories we hear will reverberate around …