Outside Looking In

I awoke cold, stuck to the hard, red leather of a chesterfield sofa. I did not recognise the sofa, or the room that I found myself in. I uncurled my naked body, ripped my sticky skin from the leather, scanned the floor for my belongings; clothes, bag, phone. My nudity was, apparently, all that I…

Bedtime Story

Sonny stepped between his toy cars, blue, red, green, parked in the ridges and grooves of the wooden floor boards. He looked up at the giant shutters, avoiding eye contact with the window. Standing so close to the glass felt dangerous; as if a spectral hand might reach through the pane, dragging him into the…

Looking-Glass Windows

Awake or asleep, I cannot tell. I rise from my bed and get away from the window as stealthily as I can, tripping on the frayed hem of my pyjama bottoms. The black square seems bigger somehow, floor to ceiling, missing its drapes. The window is transformed, by night, into a strange looking-glass. I see…

Marv’s Best Friend

Marv lived in a world of darkness. He did not know the meaning of colours, light, or vision. Beauty to Marv was the pretty sound of birdsong, the smell of freshly cut grass, the feeling of warm tea running down his throat like a hot bath in his belly. He knew what a bruise felt…

Little Lost

Some enchanted evening, the familiar smell of freshly cut grass barely lingered in the air. Shadows cast by trees and lampposts lengthened, stretching across the road to the pavement. The last tinges of an orange sun melted into the horizon, masked by the silhouettes of houses and buildings. There was a pause before the first…

Number 20

It’s Christmas, and all of Lucy’s neighbours have gone elsewhere for the holidays. Anyone else might feel lonely in a deserted neighbourhood at such a family-centric time of year, but Lucy feels empowered. She has temporarily inherited an entire street of houses. The white picket fences and sculpted gardens have been decorated with fairy lights,…

Deja Vu

I stand before the mirrored doors of the wardrobe, applying another coat of mascara to my clumpy lashes. The room I see in the reflection is still, silent. A cool breeze flickers the hair around my face. I shudder. Something in this perfectly normal moment triggers a familiar pattern in my unconscious. There is a…