Red Wolves in the Mist by Elizabeth Laird
The wolf came towards us out of the mist, trotting on stilted legs. He was lean but his black-tipped tail was bushy. Unlike his grey European cousins, he was rust-red, bright enough to stand out vividly against the chalky green vegetation...
Paper Boat Paper Bird by David Almond
Kyoto. Ky-o-to! Kyo-to! She feels so weirdly at home. She is herself, Mina, but it’s like there’s another Mina waiting to be discovered or created here...
After Drink You Can Turn Earth Up Side Down by Rodge Glass
In this club in downtown Hong Kong the waitresses never let your glass get below midway before offering you another drink. They all look eighteen or nineteen. They all look good...
Sullivan's Ashes by Alan Warner
Myself, Cousin John, Sullivan’s third wife Aileen and the sergeant all sat together in the police station at Tobermory. We read once more the photocopied clause in Sullivan’s will...
Be Here Now by Miguel Syjuco
It’s exciting to get to know your new kitchen and its appliances...
Elsewhere, Far From Here by Alberto Manguel
Ulysses turned his back on the harbour and followed a rough track leading through the woods and up to the hills towards the place where Athena had told him...
Los San Patricios by Roddy Doyle
The writer had a new book out and he was touring America, a city a day, a reading a night. He’d fly to a different city and hear the same question...
Apparently by Karen Campbell
You are standing in a garden, crying.
Horror Story by Kirstin Innes
The hotel felt like a place where bad things had happened, she’d decided. Something chilling about the uniformity of its too-long Soviet-functional corridors, their flickering lights.
Not Scotland by Anne Donovan
The heat whaups ye the minute ye set fit oot the plane. The brightness too –blue sky barely skiffed wi cloud...