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At the Peckhamplex
Will Harris
‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’
At War With Writing About War
Gabe Hudson
‘Perhaps a more precise and academicish moniker for War Literature would be, Suicide Averted In Favour of Writing.’
August in my Father’s House
Michael Ignatieff
‘Dinner has been cleared away from the table under the mulberry tree, and she is sitting at the table with a wine glass in her hand watching the light dwindling away behind the purple leaves of the Japanese maple.’
Bachelor Life
M.J. Fitzgerald
‘At nine o’clock the man leaves the flat dressed in an elegant salmon-pink dress’.
Bad Faith
Ken Follett
‘Every sect needs jargon. We did not have churches, we had halls; services were called meetings; the congregation was the assembly; elders were overseers’
Barely Imagined Beings
Caspar Henderson
‘Monsters of one kind or another are woven into virtually all the cultures of which we have record.’
Barnby Dun
Colin Grant
‘Restored nature would be a phantom of its former self. The experience would be akin to visiting a wildlife park.’
Bastard Alias the Romantic
Yuri Herrera
‘Can you imagine what it would be like if instead of killing we cuddled?’
Bear
Naomi Ishiguro
‘My wife and I lay side by side, the bear looming over us in the same way a crucifixion scene looms above the pews inside a Catholic church.’
Short fiction by Naomi Ishiguro.
