The Hog Slaughter: February 1862
The hog is limp, having shuddered its last breath after a single blow to the head with a…
Fiction
Twinset
Mum would take us out for a roll in the double pram, dressed identically in well-sucked…
Touching Calabria (A Short Story in Little Time)
“I’m firing the architect,” I said, “I wouldn’t set foot in my Church.”…
Queen of the Majorettes
Judy needs to pee. Beyond the barricade of blankets, she feels a chill against her…
Filò: An Olde-Tyme Christmas Story
The ritual demanded that if the girl wasn’t interested in a suitor, she would decline…
Cycling in Sardegna
“Time is not a measure of distance,” Francesca’s son, Marco, says to her when she…
Flora and Bruno
Flora and Bruno drive for hours – her fault, partly. Curled up in the front seat…
Devotion
In a flurry of sticky fingers, we drop our change in the box and nod to the man with the…
Angel of Petawawa
She looked like a pin-up of Betty Grable, hair curled into seductive blonde sausages,…
Moon Hill
A cotton ball moon hangs over Knocknarea. I push a wider gap in the curtains and stare up…