Dances He had always known the line of his life: to be as other men of his like and station. How that was to be achieved was far less important than the fact that it was achieved; that he had maintained what needed to be maintained until early middle age was to him a source […]
Palermo Reading time: about 25 minutes The summer months are coming to an end and the town is emptying. Students go inland to the city; tourists return home; the doors of the many second homes are locked. In the calm harbour, the ferry has docked and buoys pock the surface of the water, bobbing lightly.
accidents Sunday evening finds us in the kitchen. You’re washing up, I’m rolling flatbreads out with tension like a mortise in my gut. We’ve heard the news: a relative of yours, a garden afternoon, a sudden slip, and somehow, that was it. My hands still grip the rolling pin, yours soak in a
The mating ritual of the 3d printer Bailey woke, her heart strobing in her chest. There were muffled sounds from the door opposite her. A muted wail came in through the open window. It sounded like a baby crying, but Bailey knew it couldn’t be. She hadn’t heard that sound for months. You
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in that life I’ll have a dog or a cat and it will be the only thing that knows me, my spirit will wear walking boots thrust into the woods, my hair will be thick and understood, I will eat perfect mouth portions, have a single elegant bowl for each occasion,
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Reading time: about 3 minutes It’s alive! February 1, 2024 Hello! Welcome to EGG+FROG. We are a digital literary magazine dedicated to publishing some of the best new British writing being dreamt up today. After months of work, we’re proud to be able to share our site and some of the stunning work we’ve curated
Journeys Summer is winding to a close, and it has been three weeks since Eleni returned from the city hospital. She contacted them yesterday, postponing going back for her next placement. A polite, rational email which did not match how she felt. Her mother has sold the small patch of farmland – no sons,
prelude i So here it is. Sophie never existed. And yet. She’s the unfinished vitamins. She’s potential caught briefly in a knot of cells. A handful of heartbeats. The dates on my calendar made free.
Those Environmentally Inaccessible Neanderthal Caves of Include Me Nevada Evidence of our forebears’ cliff cave pollution spreads. From way up here an irregular series of white dots. Closer examination reveals old washing machines, dryers left out to soak up some sun. If you listen carefully below the
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Hole What would Emily say if she could see the movie adaptations of Wuthering Heights? Would she think Hardy was the proper Heathcliff, more so than Fiennes or Dalton? Would she accept Emma Mackey’s portrayal of her in Emily? I wonder what she would think of Kate Bush yowling on the moors in a red