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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Noise
Sooner or later, everyone has to hear their voice for the first time.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Lookout
I call you again and hear nothing back. I cross through swirling motes caught in greenish rays, over the carpet that I swear squelches under my shoes, towards the bedrooms ...
Mine
Would a more loving partner have pieced the clues together? Should I have known? It seemed so obvious now.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Close To Me
For weeks, even months, after the gig, he remembered that feeling, could cling to it every now and then even as it faded or slipped from his grasp. He would ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Them next door
“Sometimes you think you know people but you don’t.”
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Seagulls
He’d said I was part-seagull, and he was too.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Diamond Studs
“I always wanted to build a house beside the lake with her. It would’ve been a place where we could grow old and fat together and be buried in the ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Buoyancy
“And these things that happen to us. They don’t just live in the past. They echo.”
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Bus Driver
He drives a bus, he lives above a shop, he drinks cheap wine, and he is now alone.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Bad Between Us
Our evenings are filled with hospital dramas and 10:00pm bedtimes and getting irritated when one of us reads with the light on, the lamp glowing yellow in the room like ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Window, Amsterdam
He knows he is searching for something that is no longer there.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Transference
I strained to identify flaws, anomalies, patterns in her biography; anything that would point, however subtly, to when and why her fear of elevators began.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Rain Spider
Rain spiders don’t like rain. That is why they come inside.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Krakatoa Breakfast
Wildwood couldn’t be much farther. After a few minutes a sign informed him that their exit was coming up, then they were at the junction, and he was standing on ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Long Shift
This night had been going on for years. She blew into her cupped hands, steam mingling with the smoke still in her lungs. It was a long shift. But it ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
His
You wake up, panting. An ache has settled in the small of your back and the pressure is spreading. You hiss to get breath out of your lungs. The sheets ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Tutee
Sharon was usually waiting for me outside her front door. She said the sound of the doorbell woke her dad up. It was a comfort that she was as I ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Home Sweet Home
Roger and Marie had argued many times over whether they had a right – and by right they were referring to a moral right – to apply for the housing ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Quiz Night
We go to a pub quiz every Wednesday night, my wife Mel and me. We go with our friends Simon and Ginny. Ginny is Mel’s best friend. They’ve known each ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
A Dictionary of Our Time in the Wild
ADDER
I felt the bite in the region of Staple Oak Fell. Searing pain flooded the muscle of my left calf. Looking down, I could see the black-and-silver tail of the ...