A Net Depends On Its Knots
My arse was born before my head. I’m told I shouldn’t remember, but I do. …
Browsing: Fiction
Fiction: Train Station
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…
The Daymaker
For my Aunt Josie. Mamma died today, last year, at this very hour. I took…
Automated Spirits
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
Beautiful Things
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
The Communist’s Daughter
In the morning before waking, I dream of vast empty plains of flatland and red…
Head Shop
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
Winter When Thy Face is Hid
I was so tired, Tuesday night. Don’t sleep well when I get that tired. I…
La Petite Mort
Hannah sat deep in thought waiting for the reception room’s red light to turn green…
Toblerone
When you hear the phrase, “Subtropical paradise,” Longford is probably not what springs to mind.…
Kafka’s Café
Levi ‘Lev’ Driscoll, wrote the odd sentence or two when creativity revealed itself to him.…
Fiction: Luigi’s Trip
My boss sent me looking for Luigi. One of his super-rich clients had been sucked…
Chef Death
“Take me off!” Dad directed all his anger at Mi Sun, an Asian nurse who…
Fiction: An Oligarch’s Wife
To sit quietly and take in the view was unusual for Alexander Seymionovitch. His tall…
Vendev’s Contest
Taking advantage of their last night in the city, Boris and Semyon went to a…
Open Mike
Everyone was amazed when it happened and I mean everyone, including Jeffrey. For weeks now…
A Background in Science
Most Saturdays they stood outside the GPO in Dublin. People holding signs bearing slogans both…
