In the small hours, Greg likes to put the machines on. When there’s no one using whichever of the Scrub Club branches he happens to be visiting, he sticks all the washers on for a spin, all the driers on a fast tumble. Their downtime health check, he calls it. You can tell a lot […]
It is fair to say that Hedley Hill was no stranger to death. Death had furnished him with the funds to establish his business in that long cold winter of 1863 when the old world was choking on the new, with locomotives rumbling under Paddington and disease tearing through the city from East End to […]
There are eight of them, walking one behind the other down the cliff path, ordered smallest to tallest. Adam, the oldest, is nine. Corinne, the youngest, is six and tougher than any of them. She leads the way, she carries the stick, she takes two steps to everyone else’s one. Adam, at the back, carries […]
I stopped eating on a Sunday. It felt right. That most holy of days; the purging of fleshly desire laid bare on an altar of my own making. If there was any God lingering in the holy dust I carried in my lungs, I could taste nothing other than the emptiness I would craft for […]
He remembered little of his father. He wondered if this lack of information was deliberate, and mutual. Sometimes a memory would surface and he’d be seduced into obsessive examination until he managed to bury it again. Gavin was due to take possession of his father’s estate in early November, but New England had a devastating […]
My brother on my front porch wailing my name, soaking wet and without a jacket in the cold spring rain, with nowhere else in the world to go, wondering why I won’t let him in. My brother crashing at our mom’s house, preying on her weakness the way he always did; me calling her every […]
No one thought too highly of the Ma’dān, and as Owens didn’t think too highly of himself either he chose to stay amongst them after the war. Physically, they weren’t all that different from an Englishman. They had darker skin, of course, and darker hair they kept hidden beneath a keffiyeh or headcloth, but otherwise […]
This sugar mill belonged to my family. That sentence kept ringing inside my head the entire day. I couldn’t stop thinking of the little white girl with little pale lips, pointing her finger, thin like chicken bones, to the other side of the street, the abandoned mansion in the large plot of land overtaken by […]
In the Church of Guinmarie’s Mercy, which sits upon a hill in the tiny town of Jago’s Rise overlooking the sea, there lies a bejewelled saint. She’s attended by nuns of various vintages; not a man will go near her for the last who did—none can say when, only that it did happen—dropped dead whilst […]
After the crash, she stumbled out into the dark. She had the thought, even then, that she shouldn’t be moving. Something about neck injuries after a crash. Something she had learned in school or seen in a movie or both or neither. But the car felt like it was crushing her. Suffocating her. Like it […]
