On Fire by Riham Adly
On the day Samantha found out her cancer hadn’t metastasized and was still in remission, there was a fire in the house.
Pancake by Mary Thompson
The man who is unable to love has left his girl again, vanished like a feral feline. ‘I hate the way that Pancake stares,’ he said before he left, complaining about how the cat would glare at him with unblinking eyes.
Rita Next Door by Valerie Fox
In the months after Ed, before my sister arrived with her psychic business start-up, I spent Sundays with Rita.
Skim Coats by Amy Barnes
There’s a beach ball in the apartment toilet. The realtor lady points at anything but the stuffed potty. I’m three-years-old and have never seen a beach.
Teaching the Dog to Speak French by Karen Jones
I talk to my rescue Yorkshire Terrier in silly accents. French is my favourite: “Mon dieu! Zees eez a very big poo you’ve done, Fifi chien!” She doesn’t seem to mind – after a while she just goes to bed and sleeps.