by Annabel Banks || I was fifteen when he first turned up, some flashy guy in a leather coat with starlight in his eyes.
Category: Fiction
Slimming
by Gráinne O’Hare || Blanche and Orla don’t notice Laoise crying at first; they are engaged in lively debate about how much vodka a tampon can hold.
Surviving
by Fionna Cumming || March hits like a fist, these Ides the first we've truly had to be wary of since Caesar bled, and we didn't heed the warnings.
White Elephant
by Sian Norris || "It just doesn't look right," Iris said, wringing her hands. Meghan couldn't take her eyes off those hands. She didn't think she'd ever seen anyone actually wring their hands before.
You Are Made of What You Are Made of
by Willow Barnosky || Inside a glass box, on a small pedestal, a sculpture of a green woman calls to me.
Lilies
by Lucia Tang || The gymnast’s mother worked on Minoan Crete, and she loved it the way the gymnast once loved gymnastics.
14 May 1952
When you get home you put his watch and wedding ring in a shoe box.
The Outcast
Your name was Antoinette, and you didn’t belong.
Sunburn
The sun marked him as her own while he was still young and tender, a naive fisherman living in a wattle and daub shack by the sea.
Nightclub Toilet Me
If I could be anyone in the whole wide world, I would be nightclub toilet me.
