My Father Was a Man of the Ocean by Philip Webb Gregg
She came from the sea. One summer morning, on a Wednesday, so the story goes – striding up the beach as naked as the crystal sky. When she reached my grandfather’s door she knocked three times and said: ‘I have come to take you as my husband.’ Continue reading My Father Was a Man of the Ocean by Philip Webb Gregg
The Mind’s Eye by Margaret McDonald
The thing wearing Anna’s face is making breakfast. This isn’t how it starts.
It starts when Erik is reading in the study, papers scattered across the desk, rubbing circles into his temples. Continue reading The Mind’s Eye by Margaret McDonald
Paul’s Place by Bethany Wales
Colin knocks on my door at 6.56 pm.
I spot him through the window at least 10 minutes before our date is due to start. His too-big overcoat is drawn tightly around his skinny torso, and his hands are rooted in his pockets. I watch him through the blinds as he approaches my door, rocks on the balls of his feet for a moment, then leans in, as if scrutinizing a notch in the paintwork Continue reading Paul’s Place by Bethany Wales
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