Just Martin

They’d been playing for most of the afternoon, despite the cold, but as soon as the light began to fade, their mothers began summoning them inside. Time for dinner. See you tomorrows were called with cheer as one by one they left the square, until eventually it was just Martin remaining. He watched the sky swell grand and purple, felt the cold turn piercing, and then made his way out of the square, back to the street, urban branches closing and tugging at his coat on the way. He emerged on the wrong side. The layout was strange and entrancing at this hour, and all roads lead home eventually, he’d been told, by someone at some time. And so he walked, passing long terraces of quiet houses, then he turned right because that felt right, then left because that felt right too.

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Gin and It

Gin drains her glass, and winces. ‘That was too sweet,’ she says. He’s standing an arm’s length away, polishing the bar. ‘You were smacking your lips earlier,’ he says. ‘Well I’m not smacking them now,’ she says. ‘You mixed it too sweet.’ ‘I always mix it the same,’ he says. He moves further down the bar. ‘Miserable old drunk,’ he says under his breath, but not low enough, and she catches a word. She raises her glass then bangs it down. He gives her a look. There are hundreds of bottles in front of her, so shiny and soothing, the … Continue reading Gin and It

ChattyCat

Oh, good morning. Thanks for taking my call. I’m ringing because I’ve got an idea for a story. It’s about a cat who enjoys cooking and shopping and theatre, but he feels a bit disconnected and wants to find meaning in his life. He starts hanging out in ChattyCat, an online chatroom that’s strictly for cats only. He meets this other cat on there, a bilingual Indonesian cat who writes poetry in English. He starts to learn Indonesian from his new cat friend. The first word he learns is selamat. The friendship deepens. But what he doesn’t know is that … Continue reading ChattyCat