More – by NICK BLACK

MORE He holds a crisp new fiver between his fingers. “No,” I say, encouraged by the sweat on his top lip. “More.” He sighs and parts his wallet again. “I’ve only got a twenty,” he says. “Have you got change?” “I’ll take the twenty,” I say. “And the five.” Since The Incident At Svetlana’s BBQ,…

Innocence – by ANTHONY SPROUSE

         Innocence by ANTHONY SPROUSE          Tommy rushed into the living room and immediately dived for his toy box, an enormous blue and green one his parents had bought him recently. He seemed to be getting a lot of gifts lately but didn’t understand why; not that he was…

Magic Madness & Wine – by ROB TRUE

  Magic Madness and Wine                                                         Rob True       He couldn’t understand the TV. He could tell it was English words, but they just floated meaninglessly around in his head. Like something familiar, only he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He’d seen the program before, but it didn’t mean shit. The image…

Blueberry Muffin by WESLEY COOKE

          Blueberry Muffin by WESLEY COOKE    I got a pet dribbler. My pet dribbler is a man mountain, with hands like bunches of bananas. Strangler’s hands. My pet dribbler is called Dudley. I call him my pet dribbler because that’s what he says to the others in there whenever I go and…

Duty of Care by OWEN CLAYBORN

  Duty of Care Owen Clayborn   The boy of seven stole another glance at the sleeping man. Now. The boy got up and walked over and stepped over the man’s legs. He would have to be quick. The sun was slanting straight in through the grimy window, and the glare made it hard to…

Fire by DEE LEAN

Fire by DEE LEAN Fire. Flame engulfed me. I would have died if not for the amount of alcohol I’d consumed. Bright lights from the hospital blind me. I get up and fish around my melted handbag. Find a cigarette and walk toward the doors, dragging a drip with one hand and holding a fire…

How we Leave – by HILLARY UMLAND

How We Leave Hillary Umland     When the birthday balloons finally began deflating at my office desk, they did so in their own ways, distracting me from workday monotony.   When the first balloon, green and partially caved in on one side, began its demise, its skin became gum-like, a strip of it clinging…