by Anna Maconochie | One cold evening, a woman was stopped on the street by a fortune teller.
Category: Fiction
The Capricorn
by Isabelle Marie Flynn || The first thing I learn is that she wears handmade clothes. The second is that she’s a fucking Capricorn. You spit the words at me between a swig of beer and a mouthful of garlic bread, shaking your head across the chequered tablecloth.
Approaches
by Annabel Banks || I was fifteen when he first turned up, some flashy guy in a leather coat with starlight in his eyes.
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.
