an excerpt from ‘Job Hopper: The Checkered Career of a Down-Market Dilettante’ by Ayun Halliday The assistant manager left us alone to get dressed in a store room. “Don’t dawdle though. Doors open at nine and some of those people have been...
An excerpt by Angela Young Part One, Thursday: Iris’s Story I have come home, after a long and difficult journey. I am at a storytelling festival but it isn’t the place, the mediaeval castle with its tiered lawns or the gloriously striped storytelling...
by Elaine Margolis The mime, dressed in black, a shawl across one shoulder, a dark lens on one eye, moved his head from side to side as he adjusted his cuffs, holding the crowd, holding me, keeping us inside the space of, not letting us escape from, his unseeing...
by N.D. Wheeler I fancied myself an artist; he wanted to be a writer. I took photographs, later picking them up from the developer with anticipation and surprise, always surprise, as though someone else had taken the pictures and I didn’t know what to expect. He...
By W. A. Smith Foster is drawing a picture of a very tall lavender man in a cowboy hat. Deeper lavender trees grow near the man, barely reach his waist. Foster chooses an equally deep green for the giant’s hands, and without raising his eyes from his creation he...
