HER MOTHER, CLEMENCE By Talina Hurzeler

Claire’s mother, Clemence, had never left the snow behind. It floodlit her beaming smile and sparkled in her skin, which was paler-smoother-younger than any of the other mothers’. And that was about right, considering the fairy-tale childhood she’d spent in her...

THE MOON LOOKS IN By Diane Simkin

  The moon looks in at the window, staring, and I stare back. The moon lights up my body while the room stays inky black. The moon comes in at the window, presses its face to mine. ‘Look,’ it breathes, ‘at the things you’ve lost.’ But my dazzled eyes are blind....

THE PAISLEY-PATTERNED SOFA By Suzanne Wacker

In summer, our room was like an oven. When the afternoon sun shone like a spotlight on our wall, we stripped down to our underwear and drank iced tea. We bickered over who’d used the last of the ice cubes and laughed like maniacs while we dripped cold water on each...

WALKER’S FATE By Paul Macleod

Squeal… Squeal… Squeal. It was only when Walker stopped that he noticed it. The silence. How long had the trolley wheel been making that noise? He didn’t know. It was a few miles since he last stopped. Funny how you got used to things that got slowly...

CARNIVAL by Jo Riglar

His helper’s smell and skin, he dreads He hugs tulips, kisses the reds Searches flowers where he can breathe His soul is bleeding, a special need. His silhouette’s edgy on sandy bed. His thoughts are stuck inside his head His pet flowers, jumbled reflections His peers...