A View of the Open Sky
by Elisa Oh
Dear Mr. M. Patten, Your audacity arouses both revulsion and a grudging kind of admiration in my breast.
Dance of the Mayflies
by Ben Reeves
The silver car tumbles end-over-end three times, skrump skrump skrump, before resting on its roof at the crossroads.
ELLY JAMES (Credit: Warm Glow Photo)
Lagan & Derelict
by Jess Worsdale
The city is an island. Beneath the steady beating of the seagull’s tired wings, Dublin huffs its stale breath upwards, sun-flayed skin of tower blocks humming in the late October heat.
My Beautiful Boy
by Elly James
I catch Luke only in glimpses, weaving through the Holkham pines, a flicker of red rugby shirt and that hair, still the brightest blond.