BACK FROM THE HILLS by Stef Hall
Alfie was never the same after he came back from the hills. There were those as said the hills were no place for a man of his age, he’d be better to let the young fellas do the shepherding and… Continue Reading
Alfie was never the same after he came back from the hills. There were those as said the hills were no place for a man of his age, he’d be better to let the young fellas do the shepherding and… Continue Reading
Quarter to midnight and Quinn still trailed that damn Horus321 from Australia by fifty votes. “There’s always last minute votes.” He knew that. But, still… Quinn gnawed a cuticle, squinting at every blip of the dare-o-meter on his laptop’s screen.… Continue Reading
Marisa Tourneau booked her wedding planner the day she turned twenty-one. She would have done it sooner, but the rule of the house was, “Daddy’s Money, Daddy’s Timeline.” That meant no Sweet-Sixteen planning until each girl’s fifteenth birthday and no,… Continue Reading
I heard her. I heard her talking all lovey-dovey to them after she didn’t answer the phone, something that’s happening way too often lately, if you ask me. She makes excuses when I mention it, says, “Oh, I must have… Continue Reading
We were in my office. The old dog lay in Simon’s lap. “She’s been with me twenty years,” he said. “Seems like forever.” He had been bringing her to my clinic for three years. “You got her while you were… Continue Reading
Everyone agreed that James and Millicent Harrington in number twenty seven were a lovely couple. Their house was always clean and well-kept and their dogs were the same. All twenty of them. The high wire fence around their back yard… Continue Reading
It was the quiet Grant remembered; a muffled quiet of pumping blood and depth, light disappearing to green-grey; a sensation of falling slowly towards equilibrium, where buoyancy would reassert itself. He’d smelled tarred rope — tasted it. They hadn’t known, up in… Continue Reading
Jeremy sat on his bed and watched the sunlight move across his room. He’d been sitting on the same spot where his granddaddy had put him since after breakfast. You’d better not move an inch, the old man had warned.… Continue Reading
Teofilo Barbari sits at the piano, and closes his eyes, and his fingers touch the keys. He will have already written the first two parts when he notices that the metronome has stopped, tilted to the right, where it is… Continue Reading
Alan had never liked the way he looked. He no longer hated his lack of height; he had when he was a kid, but he’d got over it. At forty three, he’d long since accepted that he’d never grow taller… Continue Reading