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Ricks & Hern
Nico Walker
‘Naturally, no partnership is perfect. Certain pieces will be at odds – you’ll have that.’
Fiction by Nico Walker.
The Legion
Shaun Wilson
‘A should probably write that it hit uz like a smack in the guts, or the red mist cem down or sumet like that, but in all honesty, a can just remember feelen upset.’
New fiction by Shaun Wilson.
The Invisible Harbour
Deniz Utlu
‘Only from a distance does the observer understand the object that remained an enigma from close up.’
Fiction by Deniz Utlu, translated by Jackie Smith.
The Premonition
Banana Yoshimoto
‘A sudden rustling in your chest. A premonition of understanding.’
Fiction by Banana Yoshimoto, translated by Asa Yoneda.
Green Shade
E. De Zulueta
‘The jungle itself presents little threat to us, ground herbage is sparse, large predators are rare.’
Fiction by E. De Zulueta.
I Hear You’re Rich
Diane Williams
“I hear you’re rich. Can you give me some of your money? I hear you’re rich. ”
Fiction by Diane Williams.
Family Meal
Bryan Washington
‘It’s a paper bag filled with pastries. Chicken turnovers.’
An extract from Family Meal by Bryan Washington.
Stone Village
Can Xue
‘I knew the stones inside me were the same ones that were outside: they were colluding with each other.’
A story by Can Xue, translated from the Chinese by Karen Gernant and Chen Zeping.
Wound
Oksana Vasyakina
‘Into the carrot-coloured bag, alongside my clothes, I put the box with Mama’s urn.’
An excerpt from Oksana Vasyakina’s Wound, translated from the Russian by Elina Alter.
Rostrum
Eley Williams
‘Certainly this kind of thing just happened sometimes – it was a glitch, an unfortunate error, and could happen to anyone.’
Fiction by Eley Williams.
The Flesh Strip
Adrian Van Young
‘No person or doll had anatomy like that. It was, she reasoned, some mistake, a dud in the assembly line, but something about it felt special, auspicious.’
A story by Adrian Van Young.
Nancy’s Victory
Diane Williams
‘She saw a small swatch of pink and supposed a sunset was out there and thought, What can that knockout pink do for me?’
New fiction by Diane Williams.
