Repairs by Phoebe Thomson
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Repairs by Phoebe Thomson

‘One morning before work, I noticed blooms of mould on the bathroom ceiling. When I got home, sweaty from my shift, the bathroom walls were egg-freckled with black marks. I showered with a sense of unease.’

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Open by Nick Holdstock
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Open by Nick Holdstock

‘When I first met Kate she preferred Chekov to Tolstoy, did not like travelling, knitted scarves and hats, loved wine, detested beer. We had eleven good years of marriage before I enlisted to fight the rogue state of Yunnan.’

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For the Record by Nataliya Deleva
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For the Record by Nataliya Deleva

‘I kept dreaming about him night after night. In my dreams, I was holding him tight while walking up a mountain. Just before reaching the top, I tripped and dropped him off the cliff.’

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The Sublet by Rebecca Stiffe
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The Sublet by Rebecca Stiffe

‘When Sonja texted not to be scared, that she was on her way home from the airport with her boyfriend who would be staying the night, I was more surprised that she had a boyfriend than anything else.’

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The Long Hall by Guy Ware
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The Long Hall by Guy Ware

‘Until he died, my father always called it the “gallery”. I argued that a gallery was a room – or set of rooms – dedicated to the display of visual art.’

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Arkangel by Will Neal
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Arkangel by Will Neal

‘The facility is located several hundred miles north of the nearest urban habitation and roughly two days’ hike from the nearest civilian road. It stands at the centre of a mountain range and from the ground it is hidden by a dense body of trees.’

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Bioindicator by Claire Carroll
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Bioindicator by Claire Carroll

‘The pharmacist hands them over in an unmarked bag, whispers about how he takes them with no worrying consequences. His skin’s luminous; undeniably beautiful. He smiles and says: It’s my last day.’

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Churched by Maria Farrell
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Churched by Maria Farrell

‘I don’t know how it is in Ireland now, but here if you want to see old people and babies, go to Mass.’

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The Radish Baby by Caragh Medlicott
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The Radish Baby by Caragh Medlicott

‘I had a barn and we lived in it. The planks were rust red, the edges piped white like wedding cake icing – horse ghosts galloped over the floor, but we didn’t mind a bit. It was fall then, the end of harvest season.’

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Boswartha by Katie Barron
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Boswartha by Katie Barron

‘I had been worrying a lot about the world lately, about burning rainforests and burning futures. Could I form some kind of prayer?’

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Life Games by Jay Merill
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Life Games by Jay Merill

‘Beach cafe with a humdrum feel. Sky through the window shows low-lying cloud. Lacklustre afternoon, sense of the everyday.’

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The Terpsichorean by Emma Robertson
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The Terpsichorean by Emma Robertson

‘And when I was a child, clutching golden gewgaws proclaiming I could kick the highest kicks or jump the cleanest jumps, I was a competitor, an athlete.’

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Venus de Milo by Rhiannon Jones
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Venus de Milo by Rhiannon Jones

‘Vivien walked deeper into the inlet. Her mother would have known the names of the rocks on either side, would have been able to tell you how they formed, would have relished the cold water.’

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Silver by Robert Stone
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Silver by Robert Stone

‘She took him home to eat with her parents. When a girl does that, it’s partly to see if they can stand him and partly to see if she can, when he meets Mum and Dad.’

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