fuck em up he said, and they wont touch u. theyll leave you well alone. them were his rules. fists speak louder than words. he went everywhere wiv fists of action like bombs ready to go off. he wudnt let me hold his hand when i fell over, when i needed someone to hold onContinue reading “dad says fists speak louder than words @ Ellipsis zine”
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“The second signing for Retreat West Books is FJ Morris for her flash collection, This Is (Not About) David Bowie, which will be published in November 2018. It’s a fantastic collection of stories that is filled with dreams, hopes and ambitions, as well as a sense of needing to find your way, and yourself, inContinue reading
A Bridelope @ Former Cactus
Nobody saw Priya fly away. The wind had upturned the garden wedding like a snow globe. It blew fascinators sideways and pulled hats into kites. It blew open purple dresses like broken umbrellas and snapped tablecloths up into the trees. Everything had to be pinned down, weighted and kept close. But nobody had thought toContinue reading “A Bridelope @ Former Cactus”
Shrinking giants
Published with Short Edition in Edmonton airport vending machine, Canada, December 2017 National Flash Fiction day flood / June 2015 Shortlisted in the Ink Tears Flash Fiction competition, October 2015 Longlisted in the Flash 500 competition.
When you said nothing @ Stories for homes anthology
You asked me: Where you from? And I told you but you asked again: No, where are you from-from? I was more puzzle than man at that point, because I don’t always remember that I’m black any more than I remember I have feet. Your parents, what about them? Same place, I said, and thenContinue reading “When you said nothing @ Stories for homes anthology”
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”