The Rainbow in the Window. fiction by Stacey Walz

The Rainbow in the Window 35 days before Abby died, her family brought her to the children’s hospice in a pain crisis. She wanted to stay at home. It was the only place she wanted to be. In her own bed, in her own room. But this morning her head had started to hurt inContinue reading “The Rainbow in the Window. fiction by Stacey Walz”

Sanctuary Quandary. fiction by Mitchell Toews

Sanctuary Quandary When I was quite young, I read somewhere that all places of worship are sanctuaries. Literally. I took it upon my bored, 1963 Saturday morning self to investigate. Empirically. I reasoned that if they were to offer sanctuary, churches would have to be open. Unlocked, so that anyone who sought sanctuary would beContinue reading “Sanctuary Quandary. fiction by Mitchell Toews”

Silent Bleat. fiction by Mehreen Ahmed

Silent Bleat The sheep floated on the blue, etched on the cloud’s sphere. In the short time that I wrote my story in the sky, they had reshaped into vapour, then pelted down. The rain fell over a garbage dump of a used plastic pond. Children of the narrow alley played in the rain asContinue reading “Silent Bleat. fiction by Mehreen Ahmed”

A story from a tired land. words and photo gallery by Ahmad Ali Fidakar

A story from a tired land Once upon a time, nearly two decades ago, a miracle occurred at the center of crisis and turmoil in Ghazni province in a tired land when a humourful and playful boy was born into a traditional and populous family whose souls and minds for years had been harnessed byContinue reading “A story from a tired land. words and photo gallery by Ahmad Ali Fidakar”

The Caterpillar’s Crawl. fiction by Geoffrey Heptonstall

The Caterpillar’s Crawl “I’m from a little place in Western Australia. You won’t have heard of it,” said the man from a little place in Western Australia. “I’ve heard of it,” said the man who’d heard of it. “Nobody’s heard of where I’ve from.” “Yes, it’s called Western Australia,” the man who’d heard of itContinue reading “The Caterpillar’s Crawl. fiction by Geoffrey Heptonstall”

Wan. a novel excerpt by Dawn Promislow

Wan I left, one day, my studio at noon, and walked under the dim trees, across to the garden room. The heater Josias had brought was next to the door. I went to the door, that door that now inhabited my dreams, and knocked. It was such a thin knock in the silence of theContinue reading “Wan. a novel excerpt by Dawn Promislow”

Letters from Kilburn. fiction by Vanessa Gebbie

LETTERS FROM KILBURN 901 Essex HeightsKilburnLondonUnited KingdomOctober 15 Dear Your Majesty,      I hope you do not mind that I am writing. It is about the water pipes at Essex Heights.  The water is brown and I am worried. I have asked the Immigration Office many times but they say the pipes are old.     IContinue reading “Letters from Kilburn. fiction by Vanessa Gebbie”

Bussing for Your Lives. fiction by Sylvia Petter

Bussing for Your Lives I’d been to visit a cousin on Lake Constance close to the Austrian border. He was an anti-vaxxer. My best friend had also gone down the rabbit hole. Part of me wanted to understand. Another part didn’t. “I’ll drive you to the border,” he said. “There’s a bus going straight toContinue reading “Bussing for Your Lives. fiction by Sylvia Petter”

Picture Perfect. fiction by Cath Barton

Picture Perfect                                                                                                          The gîte looks exactly as advertised in the brochure: Blue pool, shady terrace (for long, lazy lunches), vineyards dripping with ripening grapes stretching into the distance. Three spacious double bedrooms. Peace and absolutely quiet. Perfect for a relaxing family holiday. The only thing it doesn’t say in the brochure is that it’s aContinue reading “Picture Perfect. fiction by Cath Barton”

The Marriage of True Minds. fiction by Debra Kennedy

The Marriage of True Minds We sleep in separate bedrooms now and text to communicate. I won’t get within six feet of him, but I’m not leaving, nor is he, now that we both know our true minds. It started with an earworm. A couple of weeks ago I was weeding one of the flowerbedsContinue reading “The Marriage of True Minds. fiction by Debra Kennedy”