PRINCESS – A SHORT STORY BY LEELA SOMA
He lusted after her from the first moment their eyes locked. She looked young and vulnerable; her baby blue eyes in that innocent, cherubic face set his heart thumping. On her first visit… Continue reading
He lusted after her from the first moment their eyes locked. She looked young and vulnerable; her baby blue eyes in that innocent, cherubic face set his heart thumping. On her first visit… Continue reading →
With a hurried punched march she pushes through slanted rain. She leans over her short legs as this might speed her arrival whilst holding off the weather. She glances across the street where… Continue reading →
That word, ‘Heimweh.’ He’s at a talk by an author in the basement of a local bookshop. He walked in late and was ushered to an empty seat in the front row by… Continue reading →
Vicky Grut, Live Show: Drink Included (Holland Park Press, 2018) By Lynnda Wardle “Perhaps it sounds uncaring” says one of the characters in Vicky Grut’s fine debut collection Live Show: Drink Included, “but… Continue reading →
“You’re in for it, son,” they told me. “Tonight, you’re fighting a bear.” I’ve never been good for picking up on a joke, so I asked them again. They said they were serious.… Continue reading →
A tall fella is shouting, face contorted in a sneer, towering over a lass who doesn’t answer. His finger wags and points, inches from her face. She doesn’t move. The engine whines, I… Continue reading →
These are the seventeen days and we have been told to count them. I bow my head and notice only the steady drone of engines. I clasp my hands together in front of… Continue reading →
It is unlikely the true reason why many of the carousels of Paris turned feral and left the City of Lights for dimmer locales will ever be known. Notoriously, they are the most… Continue reading →
“Get up, there’s a joab oan!” “Fuck up, let me sleep!” “Sleep!? Yuv bin sleepin aw fuckin day. An am sposed tae be the deed yin?” “Aye, that’s right, ye are, so hows… Continue reading →
It happened in Chennai in 2015. What was a young lad, Alan Brodie, from Elgin doing in Chennai, India? You might well ask! My journey began months earlier, with a dream of a… Continue reading →