Nothing for dinner

This piece was Highly Commended in the 2017 Feminartsy Fiction Prize. There was nothing for dinner again. Nicole moved from the pantry to the fridge and back, hoping something would magically appear. She turned over half an avocado wrapped inRead more…

Best Laid Plans

This piece was the winning entry in the 2017 Feminartsy Fiction Prize. * ‘Thirty is the top of the mountain.’ Alana had said. ‘That’s when I’ll kill myself.’ Afterwards, she bit into her sandwich, apparently done with the topic. NoneRead more…