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The Lake

Kapka Kassabova

‘The chalky mountain separates the lake from its higher, non-identical twin, but only overground. Underground, they are connected. Ohrid and Prespa: two lakes, one ecosystem.’

The Lost Performance of the High Priestess of the Temple of Horror

Carmen Maria Machado

‘The light pouring from the open door throbbed like a bruised thumb.’

New fiction from Carmen Maria Machado.

The Perfect Companion

Joanna Kavenna

‘She was so understanding, so interesting, such an intellectual. She was also a wristwatch, but this hardly mattered.’

The Price of Vagueness in a Pandemic

Eleanor Morgan

‘With each day bringing more confusion as this mysterious virus holds us in its grip, cognitive dissonance is everywhere.’

The Secret Loves of Flowers

Dino J. Martins

‘The flirtations of insects and plants are furtive, hidden and often so brief that if you literally blink you might miss what exactly is going on.’

The Skylight

Penelope Mortimer

‘Her body poured away inside the too-tight cotton suit and only her bloodshot feet, almost purple in the torturing sandals, had any kind of substance.’

The Smart House of Mrs O

Lincoln Michel

‘I looked around at my apartment, wondering if there was anything gazing back.’

New fiction from Lincoln Michel.

The Station

J. Robert Lennon

‘You’re gonna want to go down the other side of the mountain and check out the Facility. Don’t do it.’

The Story of Anya

Mazen Maarouf

‘The dreams were packed together like coloured soap bubbles.’

Short fiction by Mazen Maarouf, translated from the Arabic by Jonathan Wright.

The White Dress

Nathalie Léger

Nathalie Léger, translated from the French by Natasha Lehrer.

Third Eclogue of the Vegetable Garden

John Kinsella

‘What you don’t know set / against all you want to know’

Three Poems

Elaine Kahn

‘I want to be more / than anything I want’

Three Poems

Shane McCrae

‘I wanted to and then / Remembered why I want to never’

Three Poems

Vivek Narayanan

‘half-sunk / into ground for all those years / of negative subsisten­ce’