Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

It was the day of my mother's funeral. It was raining that day. The rain and wind combined and smashed along the church's windows. It sounded like a baseball bat whacking into a steel...

Screaming into the Well As jones steered his way through the palm fronds of a few ideas that wanted to surface but kept diving back down again into the undertow of his brain, appearing just...

The Business of Shells I sold seashells by the seashore. The same shore where they could be picked up for free. Except for holiday makers, though, or those with time on their hands – lonely...

How many times had I scrubbed until my fingertips were raw and blood trickled into the wash water?  Any witness to this stooped washerwoman would have seen the emotional precipice I teetered on.             First,...

Don’t get me wrong. I love humans (most of the time), and I know they’re often (not always) intelligent. However, they have a blind spot when it comes to other animals. I say “other”...

The Last Day of My Childhood That year looked the same as all of my earlier years. I was eleven years old, in my last semester of primary school. Different from most of the other similar-aged kids,...

I am grateful to the tenant who left the lavender liquor in the kitchen drawer. Right away, it feels fabulous, a sensation I might never have again, especially if I go to law school...

I am By E.C. Haskell “I am death,” said the little girl. The big man in a stained apron turned. Lights from the cooking fire behind him gleamed on his brawny arms, and sent dark shadows flickering...

They had been out for longer than made sense, and it had been far too long since they’d seen anyone else. This wasn’t remote wilderness they were hiking through––a twenty-minute drive from town to...

Baz came swinging down our street, whistling some last-year’s hit, out of tune. After nine months banged up courtesy of Her Majesty, he was as happy as anyone would be. I’d been keeping an eye...