Science, Spirituality and the Corporation come together in a short story by D.M Lynch
They gave him a sound beating before sending him sprawling out of the dwelling – don’t let me catch you around here again – that was the father, of course. This was the ninth household he’d tried and things could not be going worse. That on top of the nausea and dizziness associated with coming […]
Science, Spirituality and the Corporation come together in a short story by D.M Lynch
Our baby is crying and I wonder how Victor can sleep through. ‘My dear, the baby is awake.’ He opens his eyes, ‘Will you?’ Yes I’ll go, you sleep through, you useless shit. I suppose you don’t hear him calling for his papa. And of course he calls for him. I cannot sleep anyway, feeling […]
The enlarged photograph hangs low on the opposite wall. She is sitting at the edge of her sepia chair, sipping at her cup of cappuccino which she finds expensive and doesn’t like much. The doorman sweats and bows outside the glass door. She can hear the behind-the-counter bustle of aproned men and women running this […]
The Confidence of Youth My friendship with McGiolla was in some ways the story of my college career. I met him towards the end of my first Michaelmas term, on a cold night in November 1990. At that stage, we were both heavily involved in the debating society – the debsoc – but had yet […]
Kate’s story was the best thing that I had read. Not just the best thing anyone had sent to our magazine but the best thing that I had read, ever. All I could do was accept that I loved this story more than anything else. There was nothing I already had that I cared about […]
Beyond (2): Crisis Cell Prazma spins on her swivel chair and scissors her legs into the webcam. ‘Loubou tahn, Josh, baby. Are you getting this?’ ‘This is Prazma,’ Claire shouts into the laptop. ‘A tall, authoritative woman.’ ‘Claire once tagged me in a Facebook photo,’ Prazma says, ‘as ‘Prazma’ and then ‘Prazma’s tits’.’ ‘She has […]
Sarah was late, but that wasn’t her fault, that was the fault of the British rail system. Still, she could sense the anger in the way he held the steering wheel, in the way he changed gears. She was learning to drive too, it would make getting to jobs like this much easier. The road […]
One More Day 1. In the first album I am beautiful. My eyes dance. Instead of hanging, my hair whooshes. T-shirts hug my torso. I can’t face her, that woman with my name. Her clothes no longer fit. They cringe at my touch. The blouses rustle: only a whisper of femininity left. There’s a […]
They’re looking for meat deboners at the processing site in Paull, a coastal village ringed by chemical plants and vacancies, so I fill in my slip and waft it towards the receptionist at my agency. She puts it in her out-tray without looking and without raising her head, and she doesn’t smile. “You’ll not need […]