by Madeleine Tomasoa || "What do you think of the sea?" Charles says, suddenly.
by Cory Roberson || Eve materialized, all raven hair and glowing lips, from the rib of a man
by Angèle Eliane || Sat at the table
by Susan Hatters Friedman || The twins are finally asleep
by Annabel Hynes || I tell her he’s beautiful even though all babies look more or less the same, round-cheeked and pink and squinty.
by Holly Day || The jellyfish flutter just below the surface of the water
by Terri Mullholland || Marion wakes early in the morning, before dawn, to the sound of foxes screaming.
by Jenny Rowe || I am my unwavering foundation
by Suzannah Ball || They were gradually gathering on their walk.
‘The truth is that sometimes we just want the worst to happen.’ Reminiscent of Thomas Bernhard, Rachel Cusk and Gwendoline Riley, The Coming Bad Days is a penetrating portrait of feminine vulnerability and cruelty. It announces the arrival of a startling new voice in fiction: intelligent, brutal, sure, and devastatingly funny.