Short Story
The Man Who Collected Stones (Part Six)
The villagers were still enchanted by the strange shenanigans of Johnny Tenda…
Do You Think You’ll Come Home?
It was only when I was much older that I realized Sara was tied to my mother’s nightmares.
The Growth
I eased myself gently into the old, brown sofa in the sitting room, my hands on my sore back. My dirty white eyes settled on the aged brown clock hanging obediently on the wall. The seconds hand moved round and round but did not return my stare. It just was not interested in my state […]
What I Can’t Carry, Bury
“No irons, flat irons, waffle irons, curling irons.” I understood: Do not shape anything.
Buttons
She unfastened two buttons, revealing a little cleavage, before she sat and ordered her drink. She usually only drank at parties or special celebrations.. There was nothing special about this night. Tonight the drink was there simply to give her hands a prop. It had been years since she’d been in a bar. The last […]
Ripe
Sometimes when they kissed she thought he might be ready. She would send a hopeful breath to mingle with the air between their lips and wait for him to draw it in, as if that breath inside his body might convince his tiny cells that it was time. Those tender kisses made the boundaries of […]
Insufficient Funds, But Plenty of Tooth and Feather
An ATM refuses to dispense money to a person considering suicide.
Only You Farang Are So Easy to Come and Leave
No School, No Future, What I Want Cake For?