He struggled to push the cart through the thick snow and cursed winter, the short days and the long nights. He leaned his ladder against a lamppost and climbed. The gas ignited and a shivering orange glow lit the white scene. White and red. The body lay under a nearby tree. He scared a fox … Continue reading THE LAMPLIGHTER
They call me a freak. I live in the old church surrounded by crosses and hang garlic cloves from every stained-glass window and revel in the sunshine that pours through the coloured panes. They call me a freak because I'm not like them. They've stopped visiting now. I never invite them across the threshold. I … Continue reading FREAK
I follow her into the house. I grip the axe tightly with both hands. The door bangs behind me and the cold night air evaporates. It is claustrophobic and dusty and dark. With each step, old floorboards creak. I hear the laughter of a small child. It sounds like my Jasmine, dead these last ten … Continue reading DELIRIOUS
'Do you know the closest living relative of the dinosaur is?' Margarita sighed as little Nino stumbled through his favourite fact, delivered with glee every morning when they collected the eggs. 'No, what is it?' she played along. 'The chicken!' The boy laughed and started chasing after the group of hens in the yard, roaring … Continue reading ATTACK OF THE KILLER CHICKENS
They called it a victory. It didn't feel like a victory to him. He had seen to much to call it a victory. The bombed-out buildings; the fighting; the gunshots; the gas; the bombs; the dead bodies; the dead soldiers, theirs and his own comrades; the bloodshed; the injured; the children crying in the streets; … Continue reading THE WAY ACROSS THE WATER
