In a small pond @ Firewords

Issue 6 // Secrets His gills gave him away – he could barely breathe in the office. Between ten and twelve each day, when the sun was just right, I saw him in the reflection on my screen. He was a ghost on my desktop, faded, with emails from clients running through him. He hunchedContinue reading “In a small pond @ Firewords”

Swings and rocket ships @ Bare Fiction

Issue 8 // 2016 They call me Grace from space. Mum says my head is somewhere between Neptune and Pluto, like the cartoon dog. My sister loved dogs. We used to sit on swings and jet off into space. We’d push out our legs and snap them back, launching into the sky. On the up,Continue reading “Swings and rocket ships @ Bare Fiction”