Midsummer

by Jacky Hotchin   “Where’s bloody Luke? We said to be back for four, and it’s half past now.” “Probably not got his phone on him.” “He has. It's not charged though. You know what he’s like.” Rosie smiled. “Sodding useless is what he’s like. I think we should just go.” “No, that’s not fair. … Continue reading Midsummer

Zane’s Treasure

by Shawler Agbaje   "Fweeeeeeet! Fweeeeeeeet! FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" Sol blew his whistle signalling the end of the game. He stood underneath a tree counting the black pebbles he was able to find with a grin on his face. The boys started coming out one after the other. They were sweaty and some were covered in dust … Continue reading Zane’s Treasure

Dead Air

by Ian Walker   Dead Air.  I'd heard it been called that. It was a long time ago in a distant conversation. None of that information had been in my head when we descended the ladder. What a foolish decision – climbing into an underground structure that no one knew was there. Bonus points for … Continue reading Dead Air

Vigil

by Joseph S. Pete   After the scavenger hunt in the woods, Carl drove into the ditch without even realizing he was veering off the road. He hadn’t had much experience driving, especially on backroads, and could not process the curve up ahead in the pitch black in time. Suddenly, the car was inverted, sunken … Continue reading Vigil

Nula

by Catherine Scott   The McCarthys lived a quiet family life and kept themselves to themselves. Colleen worked in admin and Mick did ‘something for the government,’ although Colleen was never sure what it was.  Their only daughter, Nula, was extremely bright and held high hopes of attending drama school when she completed her ‘A’ … Continue reading Nula

Eton Mess

by Angela Wright The disaster happened as we were about to have our dessert. I suppose I should have warned the waitress. Uncle Josh in the full flow of a well polished anecdote was a health and safety issue, with his expressive and expansive use of his arms and hands. ‘And you probably won’t believe … Continue reading Eton Mess

Le Mime

by Molly Dowling   I am holding Dad’s hand. We walk through dense crowds in concrete summer heat. Dad walks fast. For every one step he takes, I take three. We’re going to catch the Tube. People up ahead are clumped in a semi-circle. They all face the same way. We squeeze through. As dad … Continue reading Le Mime

Watching

by Gwenda Major   The boy sees the policeman’s mouth working angrily, recognises the shapes of “fire” and "stupid.” The mouth is asking questions, revealing metal fillings, a bubble of saliva at one corner. He presses his right index and middle fingers to his ear. “Deaf,” he says. “Deaf.” At the police station they leave him … Continue reading Watching