Tonight she read a book in bed. Folded herself under cool silks and sought out creatures in shady nooks and crowned herself in anemone and galloped free along the stream, wind caressing her cheeks, dangled fingers in the blue and kicked off her shoes, running barefoot in the grass instead. Most nights, she falls hard asleep. …
This month, I have Nod Ghosh, one of New Zealand’s best writers of short form fiction, on the blog. Nod’s stories have won prizes and many pieces have been published in New Zealand and overseas, including in Landfall, London Grip, Connotation Press, Blue Fifth Review, The Citron Review, Spelk Fiction and Mindfood. K: What is …
I knew it was over when he told me to get away from the grill. Well, he didn’t so much tell me as dig an elbow into my side, while gliding smoothly between me and the sizzling plate, as easily as the chunks of beef had slid onto the skewers this morning. His hair was …
“I was a pretty vocal kid, and was often ticked off for ‘telling long-winded fibs’”
Breath-taking! A marvel! The men in uniform removed their spectacles and admired our village; the trunk, extending from the sky. The roots spread heavy, protective limbs over our crumbling stones and stabbed into the ground. After they had moved in, I got to know their names; Captain Richard, Josiah Butcher and the others. They crouched …
This is a wee morsel in response to Fandango’s prompt, Free. Bryce didn’t know why people thought him dense. He preferred not to ponder it too much. He was too busy, trying to get the lady from downstairs out – as quickly as possible. “I hope a mug is alright.” He muttered. One day, …
Jimmy decided not to jump, that is all he knew for sure. He had stepped back from the edge. He would stop drinking this time. Now, he shivered at the top of the cliff. The ledge was only a metre of crumbling clay below his feet. Don’t look down. He wrenched himself up over the …