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The Birds of June
John Connell
‘Her dreams were interrupted occasionally by the sound of the cow and her newborn calf from the outhouse sheds. A low bellow would crinkle the folds of her mind and then seconds later it would be answered from some other shed in the distance.’
The Wonder
Emma Donoghue
‘Lib didn’t like to bang harder in case of disturbing the family. Brightness leaked from the door of the byre, off to her right. Ah, the women had to be milking. A trail of melody; was one of them singing to the cows?’
Ethelbert and the Free Cheese
Lance Dowrich
‘It was against the understood traditions of society to prepare Sunday lunch without macaroni pie.’ 2016 Commonwealth Short Story Prize – regional winner for the Caribbean.
Potted Meat
Steven Dunn
‘My cousin is an artist. He says, You draw some good knives but you still need to work on your stab wounds.’
The Good Citizens
Christy Edwall
‘In the black fog of her grief, Anna Kraft received an invitation.’
Click
Brian Evenson
‘It wasn’t that he didn’t have a name, only that he was having difficulty locating it.’
Interior: Monkeyboy
Patrick Flanery
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’
The Inheritance
Amelia Gray
‘The bag was full of fresh dogshit. The note attached read For my children and theirs.’
Waxy
Camilla Grudova
‘I felt intolerably miserable. There were posters everywhere reminding me I was Manless’
Bastard Alias the Romantic
Yuri Herrera
‘Can you imagine what it would be like if instead of killing we cuddled?’
While the Nightjar Sleeps
Andrew Michael Hurley
‘But while the nightjar sleeps,’ said the mole, ‘it dreams of what it used to be and still sees beyond what isn’t true. And so can we, if we choose to look.’
