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The New Life

Tom Crewe

‘He knew that he did not want it to stop, that he could not escape the grip of this terrible excitement.’

Fiction by Tom Crewe.

Kings Of Cool Crest

Kate Lister Campbell

‘Fifty years I’ve played here, except for stretches in Arizona and Mississippi, after my divorce.’

Fiction by Kate Lister Campbell.

The Full Package

Zoe Dubno

‘I wasn’t against fashion; I wasn’t one of those people who need to make it into a whole statement about their intellect.’

Fiction by Zoe Dubno.

And Of The Son

Rachel Connolly

‘There’s something in her face. Adoration? I mean, she’s drunk. But she clearly has a thing for me.’

Fiction by Rachel Connolly.

Not a River

Selva Almada

‘He takes the knife, cuts the barb from the body, sends it back to the depths of the river.’

An extract from Not a River by Selva Almada, translated by Annie McDermott.

Losing Irina

Aria Aber

‘I did sometimes fantasize about her Ur-wound, the traumatic memory image from which her asceticism sprung.’

Fiction from Aria Aber.

Model Country

Shida Bazyar

‘Are you talking as Laleh now, or as the Islamic Republic of Iran? I don’t say anything.’

Fiction by Shida Bazyar, translated by Ruth Martin.

Ava

Devon Brody

‘It is a nice thing when we say to each other, I am as happy with you as I am when I am alone.’

A story by Devon Brody.

Sever Babylon

Fer Boyd

‘On this fine, hazy day, the eyes are hazel, the tongue long and spackled with a white coating.’

Fiction by Fer Boyd, winner of The Space Crone Prize.

Barbarism

Allen Bratton

‘He is an ancestor, he has had his son, he has lost possession of the world.’

Fiction by Allen Bratton.

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Nicola Barker

‘Insofar as value for money is relevant to art, that audience – an attentive audience, a great audience – were determined to get it.’

Fiction by Nicola Barker.

Oceans Away From My Homeland

Agnes Chew

‘At the entrance to the gynaecology clinic, I ring the bell.’

Fiction by Agnes Chew.

Lech, Prince and the Nice Things

Rue Baldry

‘I spend the afternoon scarifying ceilings. My neck and shoulders are killing me by the time I leave.’

Fiction by Rue Baldry.

A Certain King

Jennifer Atkins

‘I didn’t think she was happy; I thought she was in love, but I didn’t know what that told me, if it told me anything.’

Fiction by Jennifer Atkins.