The horse strode forward, kicking up dust as it approached the corner of the paddock. An occasional snort and shake of his head peppered the journey. Sitting firmly atop, Kate flicked impatiently at the flies that stuck determinedly to herRead more…
There’s something Fishy about Meat: An essay about meat, art and getting what you want.
First Date On our first date, I met you in a bar in Soho. You were ten minutes late because you’d just popped into Primark. You held the brown and blue paper bag rolled up in your hand as ifRead more…
Five signs you’re in the wrong timezone
One Chicago calls you in the middle of the night. ‘Why aren’t you awake?’ she blurts down the line. It’s crackly and tin-canny and her voice sounds distant. ‘It’s three AM, gimme a break,’ you rub your eyes, pushing sleepRead more…