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Hands Across the Water

Rachel Seiffert

‘Dark red hair. Wee skirt and trainers, bare arms. All those freckles.’

Happy Ending

Victoria Tokareva

‘I died at daybreak, between four and five.’

Have You Met Husband?

Amy Silverberg

‘It was new, that heat coming off of him, a person seeing you naked and wanting to see you again, the next day, clothed. It was definitely the beginning of something.’

New fiction from Amy Silverberg.

Heavy Weather

Helen Simpson

‘The baby was now three months old, and she had not had more than half an hour alone since his birth in February.’

Her Boy

Mika Taylor

‘She is the first dolphin mother, Peter her boy genius.’

Here We Go

David Peace

‘The finance officers read the answers in silence, then returned them to be burned.’

Hilditch & Key

Carl Shuker

A Syrian refugee visits London’s oldest houses of fashion. ‘The contemplation of the perfection of a craft, worn by a man who knew its worth, and his own.’

Holiday

Mona Simpson

‘‘I have a body now,’ I whisper.’

Honolulu Hotel Stories

Paul Theroux

’The Christmas carols in Waikiki were being sung in Japanese‘.

Hot Rain

Terese Svoboda

A new story from Terese Svoboda about love, money and power in the hands of an aging parent.

Hôtel Valencia Palace

Annie Perreault

Ce jour-là, comme chaque jour, des poissons avaient nagé au-dessus des têtes.

How to Pronounce Knife

Souvankham Thammavongsa

‘She thought of what else he didn’t know. What else she would have to find out for herself.’

How We Got Mother Back

Valério Romão

‘With the passing of time we got used to hearing our brother being our mother.’

Idioglossia

Eimear Ryan

‘There is no face more familiar than one’s own.’