The outcome
“That girl’s been sitting out there on the wall all morning,” my mother says. “What does she want?” “Nothing,” I say. Another one. It’s a blessing Mum’s so forgetful these days. I could go and tell the girl she’s trespassing. But like the person who stole the donor profiles from the clinic and put them […]
Frozen Spear
It’s so sharp it could kill you. Every year it snows, and the icicles hang down from the roof. They are beautiful, these icy teeth. Some are small, stubby and murky. The water creating them dirty and brackish. Some shine, glinting like crystal. Almost as if you were looking through warped glass. Many are thin […]
Come! Meet My Family
My family is different, wonderful really, but different. They don’t ever argue or correct each other. They never say a harsh word to one another or reprimand another’s child they just stop speaking to each other for very long periods of time. These quiet times are almost never over real injustices, only perceived ones. It […]
Tiny Fridge
Max is a hard man to slice. Damn muscle-bound steroid freak. Paula yanks the cleaver free from his ripped torso. Dull as a butter knife. She could use a good bone saw right about now. She throws open the kitchen drawer in search of anything sharper, digging past the plasticware and Burger King condiments, the […]
Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus
Lil Nas X was over the moon. That morning, the newly minted 20-year-old awoke to a call from his new manager – ‘Old Town Road’ had gone number one. Not on SoundCloud. Not on iTunes. Billboard. The Hot 100. The ultimate pissing contest of pop success since as far back as anyone could remember. Lil […]
NINE HUNDRED AND TWELVE DAYS
The boy stares at the white page in front of him. On it is a single question, “Why have you come to Earth?” His eyes roll over the words, savouring each letter. There was a time when he and the other kids used to think that writing was hilarious. Talking and singing was another one […]
Timeo Musas
He glided from the bedroom to the kitchen in remarkable style, sitting on his wheel-barstool. He never understood why his inability to use his broken leg should imply an automatic loss of stylistic integrity. He went back to his study, holding a cocktail glass so tenderly, that the ice cubes melted instantly, causing an unexpected […]
Second Steps
I’d rather be an only child, but I have a sister. Turns out, she’d rather be an only child too. Still, the tug of sibling obligation, though weaker than it was, pulls me in her direction and right now, it’s pulling me by train. Fellow travelers look like lawyers, but I can’t be certain and […]