Fiction: The last cornershop in Islington

Mrs S hadn’t turned up at the shop for three days. Ketan looked forward to her visits. She followed the same routine, a pint of milk, a packet of peanuts and a token for the day’s lottery. They would talk about the weather, distant wars and the sad plight…

Fiction: The Spirit and the Voice

Lily had always been different. The Spirit had never taken her even now, as a young woman, she wondered about what that meant. She had often seen the Spirit take father and mother, both writhing in ecstasy on the floor, arms and legs splayed, eyes closed. Sometimes the…

Fiction: The Facility

First there was darkness and silence. Then the world turned a dim pink, and Kamal heard his heart beat, fast and irregular. The brightness grew until he opened his eyes to find a cluster of bright white lights shining down on him. He was lying on his back, and appeared to be alone in a…

Fiction: The Festival

The Valley

The sky was lit, purple and pink, the setting sun veiled by silver cloud. The valley was empty, the inhabitants long gone. He could still make out the village, with it’s bombed out houses and cratered gardens. The craters looked less desolate every…