“Sit still,” you say. She readjusts her hands and a smile itches at you. You resume scratching at the easel. She glares towards the right again, jaw set and back straight. It reminds you a bit of how the British… Continue Reading
Cinderella watches Get Out and A Quiet Place, and all the horror movies, eating salt and vinegar chips and pistachios in the shell. She watches TV, too, and often binges. When Stranger Things releases a new season, she drinks four… Continue Reading
The Halloween bonfire had died down enough to approach. Catriona stopped prattling on about engagement and marriage and turned to Will. She was holding two chestnuts in her hand. “We place them on the fire and how they burn tells… Continue Reading
There are many Declans in this story, but let’s begin with ours. Declan sits on the edge of his bed, absently sweeping his hands under the crumpled sheets in search of the remote. When that fails, he reaches beneath the… Continue Reading
“Excuse me. Mind if I smoke?” “Not at all.” “Thanks, I — oh. I didn’t realize.” “Realize?” “That you’re — never mind.” A spark, a catch, sulfur, smoke. “Funny place to see one of you.” “Is that so?” “Well, outside… Continue Reading
In the forest, where the stones are jagged as teeth and the moss hangs wet off the peeling tree branches, there lived a witch. She loved children, meaning she found them cute, and occasionally interesting to talk to, but mostly… Continue Reading
Shelly was cutting loose. Packing both a lightweight and midweight sweater for layering against the chill. Swigging her protein smoothie in three gulps, setting the tumbler in the dishwasher — without rinsing. “The manual says no-rinse,” Maxwell had said, “but… Continue Reading
They were seventeen, sunburned and tipsy on lukewarm cider, sprawled in long grass above Selsley Common. Below them, rooftops caught the last gold light. It smelled of warm earth and crushed cow parsley. Lina flicked a stolen lighter under a… Continue Reading
Arthur sometimes hated the house. As a widower of 17 years, to him the place still felt empty without Janene, and in the dark even a bit creepy. He had become familiar with the nail pops, creaks, wind whistles, and… Continue Reading
I’d been up on the high shelf for a month, luring gullible punters in for five quid a pop. We’d travel with different carnivals, into different villages, parks, run-down towns — but everywhere felt the same. Us big ones rarely… Continue Reading
