That old hurricane

Lillian was in her bedroom when the hurricane struck their town. Fast, strong and unforgiving, the wind hit her windows with such force that the walls shook and the drinking glass on her bedside table tipped over the edge andRead more…

Pink fog

I boarded the train. Although I shed my work uniform the hospital smell was still imprinted on me. The twelve-hour shift passed like some hazy nightmare. My matronly shoes – which promised comfort – started to pinch as I gotRead more…

Surpanaka

Softly, I walked out to meet him. They say that I walked with a sway, my hips making snake shapes in the air. My breasts tight and high, shamefully unconcealed. My eyes red with lust. My hair unbound. What theyRead more…

Noise

Every woman has known the torment of getting up to speak. Her heart racing, at times entirely lost for words, ground and language slipping away – that’s how daring a feat, how great a transgression it is for a womanRead more…

The Departing

The nightmare-fiend of Mania havoc-breathing passed swiftly to the rock-walled river Styx where dwell the winged Erinyes, they which still visit with torments overweening men. We’re making dinner, still packing as we do. The house is a maze of cardboardRead more…

Grey

For Charlotte Perkins Gilman. * Isla and Frederich were expecting a baby when they finally moved into a small house of their own, free of the squalling and messing of housemates who refused to grow up or give in. ItRead more…

Stay

He tucks his hair behind his ears as he speaks to me, lime and gin on his fingertips. He flicks two cubes of ice into a glass, asks me for the fourth time where I am going next before IRead more…