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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.’
Waxy
Camilla Grudova
‘I felt intolerably miserable. There were posters everywhere reminding me I was Manless’
The Inheritance
Amelia Gray
‘The bag was full of fresh dogshit. The note attached read For my children and theirs.’
Interior: Monkeyboy
Patrick Flanery
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’