It is me, Michael.’ They sit around the wall, slumped in chairs. Some with baby bibs to catch the dribble, others in outsized carpet slippers, for they have nowhere to go. A big television, the size of a sideboard, shows an afternoon game show. Lights flash on the screen as buttons are pressed by...
Perch opposite Carp, Mr across from Mrs. Mr Fishcutter speaks, surprising and dispersing the steam with his sudden words. ‘How was school, girls?’ Glances are exchanged between sister and sister. The Twins nod the secret nod. Two nights previous they had spoken of this moment. It was shortly afte...
Her hair is matted; her lips are cracked. The eczema she had as a child is back with a vengeance and is raging. Her fingers are dirty, but she has to scratch the backs of her hands, they itch so. The skin is red raw and bleeds at the touch. She lies on her back on the mattress. There is a small l...
There waiting for him is a carriage fronted by four of the finest white stallions from the cavalry’s stables. He is met by Colonel Henri Baptiste, a young graduate from the military academy, the son and grandson of two of the nation’s finest and bravest military men. He is dressed in full brigade...