Fairy Story
Then the fairy spread her wings and flew off. People came from far and wide…
Browsing: Cassandra Voices fiction
Visiting
In February Anne faced the days with her usual shaky stoicism. She opened the curtains…
This Is The Leg I Use When I’m Thinking
His blue look was on the ground, as though it held the reason for the…
Wouldn’t You?
Summer was winding to its natural end but the evenings were still warm in London…
Fiction: Yer Man
Inside the castle’s gift shop stood White, reading the biography of the artist whose work…
The Secret Garden
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…
Parallel Weekend
I hadn’t heard from you since Wednesday, the morning before you flew to Copenhagen. You’d…
Girl Without Mercy
My father was a French lumberjack. That’s just a joke. People don’t always know I’m…
Into the River
I can barely make out Richard´s handwriting on the piece of torn paper. “Second left”…
Getting Away
Margaret didn’t like Walls, so why had she agreed to go walking with him in…
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…
Head Shop
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
Fiction: Luigi’s Trip
My boss sent me looking for Luigi. One of his super-rich clients had been sucked…
How Can Something So Wrong, Feel So Captain Sensible?
Stone Roses turned the stereo up a few notches, saying to to her sister, ‘That’ll…