03
Apr
Covid-19 is an eye-opening, jaw-dropping, heart-breaking disease.
As writers in lockdown, all that we can do to help is to write.
We hope that these short, silly stories give you a moment’s relief.
GOING SOMEWHERE, SEO?
04
Jun
I get to the front of the queue and my purchases tumble from my arms onto the counter. The cashier rings them up and announces that I qualify for a free gift, a cold...
03
Jun
A pot, two pans, five mugs, a fat wine glass and plastic basin for the dishes: the whole inventory of water-bearing objects in my apartment. I have arranged them in the middle of my...
02
Jun
There are 3 of us on the motorcycle. I don’t trust the driver, but I trust myself less.
We stop for help. There’s one house. It’s just a platform on stilts. There are children: six...
01
Jun
The metro doors beep in time to the nervous chattering of my teeth. A Spanish Adonis has sat across from me and I. Am. Losing. It. I don’t usually fall for looks; I like...
19
May
Monday passed and the package didn’t come. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday too. Today carries the last real hope. Saturday’s always a wildcard and Sunday, of course, gets skipped.
So I’m taking no chances. My guard...
18
May
At the heart of the market is stall 14. Save for the man seated in the middle of the uneven floor, the stall is empty. The makeshift shelves are lined with dust, cobwebs, and...
13
May
So I want a glass of wine, right? Plus I have a new red I want to try.
So I look around for my corkscrew. And look, and look and look. I discover 2 monitors,...
12
May
I’m doing Pilates when I notice it, all the dust under the coffee table. Under the sofa too. And I’ve just swept, I think. The instructor continues ….pelvic floor… sit bones… but now I’m...
06
May
The first letter was sent by accident. I know this because my name is not Carl, nor do I have a cat named Turtle. But this unusual moniker seemed like something I’d lead with...
02
May
From the apartment window, I can see the old man who lives across the street. His tin roof held down by children's toys. A dusty deflated basketball. An old pink tricycle. A broken rattle...