Listen to Lee Kofman reading ‘At the Russian restaurant’.
AT MY REQUEST, Slavik is taking me to a Russian restaurant in the heart...
THIS IS HOW it began for those in flight: with the scent of the sea, the sun playing on...
YOUR MOTHER DOESN’T like the school holidays. She has to run the shop as well as keep an eye...
THE NASTY CHEMICAL smell had gone. His eyelids were shut and she wanted to have one more peep to...
NO ONE KNEW what happened to Charlie Bolt. He had a wife, somewhere. She left to find ‘happiness’, believing...
Listen to Laura Elvery read ‘The town turns over’.
IF YOU WANT to know how we got here, we will tell you.
Once, not...
A TROPICAL SUMMER. 2006: A Monday. Wendy, the story: the compound, the day, her telling me in Mackay her...
IN TERMS OF the event, the make or type of bikes surely doesn’t matter now, but it weirdly did...
THE KIDS IN Eleanor Hardy’s class are all still talking about the fight. They shouldn’t be – she heard the...
THERE’S A LIGHT blearing hazy through the glass behind her brother’s head, the red-blue red-blue of a police car...
For as long as she could, Emily hung back among the shelves of her shop. Being near books was one of the few things that truly comforted her. Her love of fairytales in particular, for the hope in darkness within them, had been the reason she’d started her market bookshop after Robert left her with barely anything following their divorce. Emily picked up a Victorian anthology of fairytales and poems, ran her fingertips along its edges, thinking of all the ways second chances might arrive in a life. Of how much she had to offer someone, how much love she had to give, if only she could find the courage.
Whatever happens, this is.
Adrienne Rich
ONE
IT IS PEAK hour in the City of Light. A woman cycles backwards up...