Browsing: Short Fiction

You not been to one of these. I’d remember if you had, even if you stayed at the back of…

PAUL could still see the lights from the club reflected in her bathroom mirror. She turned on the faucet and ran…

MIRANDA did not go through the great door of St Luke’s Anglican Church on Rue Montcalm. The great door was only…

Mother’s Day hung over the house like an appointment for surgery. It was not marked in the calendar of bright…

FOR centuries I waited inside, waited out those fierce Irish immigrants on their black Blasket rocks surrounded by waves and weird…