By: April Laugh We were roommates in that old ramshackle girl’s secondary school. I was attracted to you as a girl because you loved Mathematics; I could swear your skin emitted numbers each time you walked past me at the school library. You loved giving tutorials to other girls during our night classes in that dirty dormitory. I hated figures, it wasn’t my thing; English was and still is my first love. You were a pretty young girl with wild […]
By: Rebecca Yuncken Sammie really did look extraordinary. Ruth laid down her grooming comb and leant back on her metal stool, using her hands to fluff his splendid, grey ruff which billowed from either side of his majestic face. Sampson Prince Wetherly III, Sammie for short, had hit his peak. She glanced up at the glossy timber honour boards that hung on the far wall of the large exhibition space and zeroed in on the section entitled ‘South Eastern Regional […]
By: May Livere She ran on, wild-eyed, terrified. Her breath came in quick, short gasps. “Witch! Witch! Witch!” their angry chants filled the midnight air. She ran faster, getting her strength from the very essence of the words and the murderous passion behind them. The angry monotony was broken every once in a while by unsynchronized barking… they had brought their dogs along too, for the round up and final kill. Her chances were dim and she knew it. She […]
By: Emma Mustaca There were no smiles on the hospital ward that day. Mum came in, as usual, at precisely the same time the long, dark hand counting down my hours hit the ten. Even she did not smile. She looked as tired as the rest of the room felt. Last year, I remember her telling my sister who some much stress from school had given her “unsightly” dark circles under her eyes. Unsightly. As if showing signs of suffering […]
By Iain Angus I remember my brother and sister; Sam and Sarah; no one else does… I do. My parents moved to Canada before any of us were born. It was 1970 I think, or 71. To Charleston Lake, Ontario, cottage country. Up I-81, half an hour north of the US border. The locals called it a summer place, our house. My father gutted, insulated, rewired and dry-walled it. Part the foundation was replaced as well. It’s amazing what frost […]
Author: Aldeena Raju For when a bubble bursts, the sound echoes across time, across generations sometimes. The sound of the cracking of hopes deafens. She sat there for hours staring into the distance. She could see eagles circling a building not very far away. The clouds were turning dark. It might rain. She didn’t have an umbrella today. Of all days, today. She could hear voices downstairs. On another day she would have skipped down the steps and joined them. […]
