By Chris Glithero
Published in Flash Fiction Magazine
All she could think of was how she would get the blood out of her clothes. Wasn’t baking soda supposed to be good for that kind of thing? White wine? Disposing of the body, that would be harder.
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Stars over Porlock
By Rimika Solloway
2020 Bold Types Finalist at Glasgow Women’s Library
The night sky in Porlock was one of the best skies I have ever seen. I can’t tell you what constellations we were under, except for the Plough, with its axial handle jutting out across many light-years.
By Alex Ryan
Published in Thanet Writers
They both thought they were over it. Rachel had been insecure about the whole moving-in thing. But with patience and care and tact Jake was sure he’d laid her worries to rest and set a solid foundation for productive communication and mutually respectful resolution of disputes. The kind of thing you’d want from any relationship. Frankly, the kind of thing that’s essential when taking as big and life-changing and—one would hope—as permanent a step as moving in together.