‘Parents should not have to bury their children. I will come to you, she whispers.’
Fiction by Himali McInnes.
‘It was 1 a.m., and it was Los Angeles; they were used to indiscretion.’
A story by Rhian Sasseen.
‘I’m curious to know what you did with your milk there, Jacob said. Did you dump it, or, did you drink it?’
A story by Yan Ge.
‘A single drop of milk clings to my right nipple like a promise. Or a taunt.’
A short story by Molly Lynch.
A Certain King
‘I didn’t think she was happy; I thought she was in love, but I didn’t know what that told me, if it told me anything.’
Fiction by Jennifer Atkins.
The Hair Baby
‘She has been ten for a month and she does not like it. She carries the weight of her extra digit like a chain-mail vest.’
Fiction by Sara Baume.
A Dying Tongue
‘What needs explaining was that, and it was a funny thing, a very funny thing, I did not speak the language.’
An extract from Study for Obedience by Sarah Bernstein.
‘She boils her sentences down to high-sucrose sweeties and calibrates her tone for maximum engagement.’
Fiction by Natasha Brown.
‘I knew that Dominic had cheated on me. I couldn’t tell you when, or who, or how many times, but I was certain that he had.’
Fiction by Eleanor Catton.
She’s Always Hungry
‘I could hear the sea, and I could hear my own name.’
Fiction by Eliza Clark.
The Room-Service Waiter
‘There was to be an exhibition. There were lots of pictures like his, apparently – of waiters, pastry cooks, valets, bellboys.’
A story by Tom Crewe.
Strangers at the Port
‘The other islands in the archipelago had their active volcanoes; now we had the men.’
An extract from Lauren Aimee Curtis’s forthcoming novel.
‘We were sent to Wakeley Boarding School aged eight for Year Five and stayed on until Year Twenty.’
Fiction by Camilla Grudova.