Barry Lee Thompson

Extract

  • Cover To Cover | Armistice Day Centenary — Elwood Writers

    ‘Chloe gazed back, took him in. His eyes, amber, liquid, and deep, were those of an artist. Despite the bravado of liquor, the earlier mirth with his friend, she saw that the boy was troubled, a soldier uncertain, unskilled in dissembling, and powerless to control the play of emotions across his face.’ This Friday at

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  • The Cat Mesmerist, from Roomers #63

    “And the friend will ask what comes next now that the animal is held in place, is transfixed and bound by a strange spell. Kesh will say that the magic (and he’ll say this word shyly, because he still feels a little modest in this regard) only goes so far, only goes as far as

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  • Chumi Falls Out | Tincture Journal, Issue Twenty

    “He went out for a walk. There was a group of ducks on the river, near the wetlands. One of the ducks swam towards him. He told it to fuck off, and it moved away. He sat on the edge of the river with his legs drawn up, hugging his knees. It was a warm

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  • extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

    The night before I travelled home,  you asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. You watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that

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  • extract from Trophies, a short story

    The night before I travelled home,  Sioux asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. He watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that

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