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The Disappearing
Fatima Bhutto
‘I have gone to the forest to lie among the moss and sleep under a canopy of trees. I have gone to the forest to root among the soil and listen to the birds.’
Blasphemy
Fatima Bhutto
The tourists are gone. They’ve fled to Islamabad, along with the landlords and the hoteliers and the battalions of police that used to defend them, and certainty has left with them.
Cowboys and Angels
Chelsea Bieker
‘I had me a cowboy once on a hot steam Friday night.’ New fiction from Chelsea Bieker.
The Vulgar Soul
John Biguenet
‘She got skinny and became a clairvoyant. And she wasn't even a stigmatic.’
Sand
John Biguenet
‘The catastrophe had not happened to all of us, we began to understand, but to each of us.’
The Mermaid
Julia Blackburn
‘The man was still there poised in indecision and staring at the thing which lay heaped at his feet.’
The Modern Common Wind
Don Bloch
‘Leprosy. It is such an infectious disease it cannot stop with death. Did it stop with the death of Asha Makokha? Tell me, if you think I am wrong.’
Black Car
Will Boast
‘It got into you. How many scrapes had he seen? How many wrecks?’ New fiction from Will Boast.
