The plane lifted, shuddered and bumped. Marlo, a nervous flyer, said to Bracks, “How much longer?” … Longdrop

Ginny raised her hand and said, “This is the page. I tore it out.”
From a notebook that she’d found at the back of the drawer, right-side of her dead husband’s desk … All My Heart

All morning they came, the curious, the bargain-hunters, the ghouls who would later loudly proclaim that they had been ‘there’, that they had witnessed, first-hand, the wood-turner’s demise … Death Of An Artist

My Husband is a Giraffe, his Wife often told her friends (who were also her work-mates) and he supposed that in a way she was right, giraffes being angular, old-fashioned sorts of creatures, mainly consigned to zoos these days … The House of No Objects

One summer … there is a plateau of grey sand and a fuzzy, pubic line of seaweed marking the outgoing tide. I am broken on a towel, wet belly coated with grit, sunglasses crystallising the light, my flabby flanks reddened with burn. You are sitting some distance away, reading a book … One Summer

When Baji went home that afternoon, his older brother Magnas said in his couldn’t-care-less way, “Old man Muni wants you to work at the shop this afternoon.” … Baji

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