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…
Browsing: Fiction
Fiction: The Sea of Pearls
TEL AVIV – SEPTEMBER – 2023 Noah Artowski, by now a six-year veteran of 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 Death of Blake
The bed had been positioned deliberately near the window so the artist had a view…
The Secret Garden
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…
Island State
On 55th West between 8th and 9th Street I just miss getting mugged. I hear…
Fragment Number 64
It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It…
Parallel Weekend
I hadn’t heard from you since Wednesday, the morning before you flew to Copenhagen. You’d…
Three Parables / Short Tales
ABOUT A GIRL AND HER DATE OF BIRTH Once upon a time, there lived a…
Girl Without Mercy
My father was a French lumberjack. That’s just a joke. People don’t always know I’m…
Fiction Reader’s Block
We all see things with different eyes and it gets you nowhere hoping that one…
Into the River
I can barely make out Richard´s handwriting on the piece of torn paper. “Second left”…
The Perpetual Villa
“Il y a longtemps,” I repeated. “A long time ago.” My French felt clumsier every…
Getting Away
Margaret didn’t like Walls, so why had she agreed to go walking with him in…
Gull
Try to envisage Odysseus, on stiff headland, on the Western Atlantic coast of Ireland, tilling…
A Net Depends On Its Knots
My arse was born before my head. I’m told I shouldn’t remember, but I do. …