He’s tapping the pen on the table again, three strikes to every second that the kitchen clock measures. I’d expected this, and my coup de main is prepared. The plate ...
All that year I came down to lie beside you. Some nights I’d fall asleep on our stone bed, waking the next morning stiff and sore and unable to move. ...
This morning, she posted a picture of a funny cat on my Facebook wall.
She knew I’d appreciate it because a few days ago I’d posted one on her wall, though ...
The winners of our #ThisIsNotLove flash fiction competition are, in order: Melinda Salisbury with “Parthian Shot”, Matthew Smart with “The Sump Pit”, and Peter Spencer with “Lovecats”.
Aubrey Finkle once told his wife that Origami was an act of love, turning a simple sheet of paper into something with form and meaning. How fragile the paper shapes, ...
The protagonist receives a gift from someone he cannot see and becomes fixated on the sensuality and promise of an unusual, seemingly commonplace gift…
Swedish born Mikaela Westerholm began her photographer career while studying fashion and media in London. After moving to L.A. to continue her studies and gain more experience, she ...
Silently, aiming for weightlessness, Eleanor moved to the edge and lifted the blanket. The parquet floor was chill underfoot. She skirted the end of the bed, feeling with her hand ...
We were going at our Korean takeout with chopsticks, my boyfriend and I, when he looked up at me and exclaimed, ‘I have it – I know how attraction works!’ ...
In the beginning, we soared. We knew the crackle of constellations, the heat of worlds unborn. Our coupling was cosmic. He said it was in the stars. Delicately, he probed ...
He decided that April was the right time to look back. Just as the year was awakening from winter he drove down by the grotto and the saw mill and ...
I’m a writer, or at least I used to be. My first novel was short-listed for three prizes. My second won one and my third ended up on the ‘3 ...
The fields that surround the festival ground smell like warm bread. The girl wonders what kind of crop they grow here. Perhaps it’s corn, she thinks, or even hops. She ...
The man and the boy step off the grey street, up two shallow steps and into the barber’s empty waiting room. The man looks through another doorway to a further ...
I was in love once, of course. It was years and years ago, and I only decided it was love when it was over, because I spent the winter in ...
1. Hi this is Duncan I’m not by my phone at the moment or maybe I’m busy, anyway leave me a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks. Duncan, ...
Mikey and Ruth live in a semi-detached house with three bedrooms. Ruth and Mikey do not need anybody else, for they are so in love. Nothing else matters except being ...
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Sunday morning I open the front door and there she is, my one true love.
She really is very, very lovely and what’s more, she’s pretty much everything I expected. She’s ...
The man can hear the keening, coughing noises from the bottom of the dusty track. The track leads to a small stone cottage nestled between a group of scrubby trees ...
