Stories

Axel lands the Mustang Space Xplorer. “I cannot believe we found it! It’s exactly how Flyers, Fly-ins and Flies described it.” 

“You sure it’s still open?”

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The Sprawl Mag

His boots knock slow and even on the floor, she is waiting for rain, sand crunches underneath his soles, her fingers are turning the pages of a newspaper.

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Maudlin House

When the lawnmower broke, 

we did nothing. 

We never talked about it, 

we just watched the grass grow 

long around it.

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Ghost Parachute

They were selected for practicality, nothing else, because they could hold foreign grammar, dead dictator’s speeches, photosynthesis simplified, pi and lunch.

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Southeast Fiction

Like a grandfather clock, the old oak ticks against the window. The carpet is pressed down in squares and rectangles, the way grass remembers a picnic. 

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After the Pause

(page m-n)

As so many things that slipped away and turned from useful into garbage after wandering for too long, the birds no longer look for – or care about – 

the difference.

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The Missing Slate

You taught me how to align
the small, trembling needle
of the compass you carried in your pocket, the gold colored arrow pointing north (so I could always find my way).

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Lowestoft Chronicle