Fiction
Tynan – YELLOW: /ˈjɛləʊ/ by L. Dacre Tynan
Sitting in our car and turning pages through a novel I’m not reading, I watch a cat move furtively around the carpark of a residential-house-block-turned-surgery-practice.
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Fiction
Written on the Midsoles by Edmond Stevens
Other runners would match her stride in short spurts and gasp between words, “Which one are you training for?” She’d just thrust off the ball of her foot and burst ahead.
Fiction
Frankenthaler’s Blue by A.C. Koch
When Julio was jonesing for a smoke, he stood in front of one of the large abstract canvases that occupied the front and back walls of the Ellipsis Gallery, because something about them spoke to his craving.
Fiction
The Failure by Ross McMeekin
He was the kind of person who, while chopping onions at a friend’s party, proceeds to cut off his own finger—knuckles and all—and immediately, with thought to nothing else, worries how the host might react to the mess.
