The farmer yawns to see a stranger on his doorstep. You can go through the back field, the ruins are there. I walk out back…
i.m. Doug Telfer, died 26 June 1943, aged 19 years Zum-zum! The air shatters to shrapnel, white-hot, the compass spirals, the charts flake, and he…
Our editor Nuala O’Connor is taking part in a number of events at the third annual Flash Fiction Festival in Bristol, England, this weekend. Our…
Funeral Hill’s fingers tap her spine like a ghost at the window. She shivers. No one touches her now but the maid and the baby,…