Codemother by Nicki Blake

She hesitates at the edge of the dancefloor. The Rococo ballroom is excessive, intimidating – alabaster, gold leaf, crystal chandeliers, and mirrors. There’s stylised acanthus in every design, its twisted asymmetry disturbs her. Too much. Too much. Her feet are hurting. Her stomach is queasy. She remembers the advice Elvie gave her, stretches her arms… Read more Codemother


Sanshi by Daniel Tovey

I will not eat. I will not sleep. I have taken to hiding items of food around the house. Rice gets pushed into the rips in the tatami matting. Greens, I dump outside. I scatter them in hedgerows and amongst the grass. I have made a hollow in the floor of my room for meat… Read more Sanshi