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Eyes That Have Seen the Sea
Tomás González
‘He had just finished unpacking his rucksack, new only ten days ago and now a sodden, salty, decomposing rag, when they called him.’
How Am I Supposed to Talk to You | New Voices
Lauren Holmes
‘Okay don’t sell yourself,’ said my mom, ‘sell the American dream.’
My Mother’s Death Party
Ben Janse
‘When I was eleven I fell out of a tree. This is why I can see into the future.’
Sea Bean
Tim Fitts
‘Fred was the type whose worldview gazed through a shadow of things that could go wrong, like most of the South Philly lifers.’
After the War
Patrick French
‘My antipathy to military culture started early and it wasn't helped by living in a garrison town.’
A Letter From Wales
Cynan Jones
‘Believe me – it will be impossible for you not to wonder – when I vow I am entirely sane.’
There’s a Small Hotel
Andrew Holleran
‘Returning to Manhattan was like seeing someone who’d once been your lover but was now with someone else.’
The New Customers
Julian Jackson
‘All the time I could sense the watchful eyes and listening ears at the end of the bar.’
A World Intact
Adam Foulds
‘His life, unexciting as it may have been so far, was still a detailed, complicated thing.’
