BREAKING SILENCE – A SHORT STORY BY LAURA MUETZELFELDT
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
It was last orders when the prophet returned. The streets were silent, a Thursday mist creeping off the Solway and up the Nith valley. ‘Warm night for the time of year,’ we kept… Continue reading
Gavin parked the car, jumped out and ran to the other side to open Sheila’s door and help her out. ‘Careful now,’ he said, as she eased herself out of her seat, holding… Continue reading
It was a crisp November morning when Tiberinus Silvius – ninth King of the Alba Longa – fell into the River Tiber. * Preceding Tiberinus’ fall, the river’s name rested naturally as “River”… Continue reading
‘Are you going into work?’ Helen asked as she fed James in her corner of the couch. ‘It’s only a bit of snow,’ he said. ‘I know.’ She looked down at the baby… Continue reading
It was five years after the wedding that I found the photographs. It was June, well on the way to getting hot, and I was clearing out the shed in the hope of… Continue reading
Gideon the Idol Maker ran his hands over the limestone block, pressing his fingertips into its hollows and crevices. The coolness of the rock was a welcome contrast to the heat inside the… Continue reading
Harry had come to Ireland. Iris had loved him, married him and left him. It was all over a misunderstanding, but like most misunderstandings it led to greater revelations and an irresolvable rupture,… Continue reading
Photo: Peter Iain Campbell / http://www.peteriaincampbell.co.uk There’s a woman standing at the helm TEN of vessel number two and her hair is as black as a coal seam. Her fogged-up eyes are squinting,… Continue reading