:: Fiction

Live Stream published 12/09/2017

So my friend is talking about the stars and the city lights and kind of spinning his wheels on that stuff. And I’m tuning him out, looking at something else in a different browser tab, some shoes I’m thinking about buying. And I’m only half listening to his voice—

By Kaj Tanaka.

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Lynne Anne published 06/09/2017

Lynne Ann still checks the M size on the uniform order slip as she did on the day she got the job as the shop’s only beauty consultant.

By Carla Manfredino.

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All Gone published 29/08/2017

Remember when he wrote BORN FREE on the wall in big letters and some of them were backwards but then they seemed to make even more sense? Do you remember this happening?

By Toby McCasker.

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In the Summer published 31/07/2017

When he is finished I try to feed the girl, but she hisses and spits and snaps her pincers at my outstretched fingers. I jump and cradle my hand and glance at the man, and think about how in a few months he might look at me proudly, as I lower his children into a steaming bath.

New fiction by Amaryllis Gacioppo

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The Phenomenology of Envy published 28/07/2017

But it only lasts so long. Like a rollercoaster titled “Be her!” The safety bar lifts, you get out, and the contrast is dizzying. Standing on your own feet is disappointing.

New fiction by Andrew Gretes.

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The Sunrise Murder published 19/07/2017

In certain respects the Sunrise murder was undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary events in South African criminology. So much so that some of our senior detectives still refer to it as being — quite literally — the most accomplished of murders. The case is also of interest because it shows us how sheer luck and coincidence in similar cases are sometimes of greater value to the detective than all of his skill. However, these days it’s generally accepted that skill also played a substantial role in this particular case.

The small bushveld town of Sunrise lies so far from the main roads, is so removed from the hustle and bustle of the big wide world that most city-dwellers haven’t even heard of it. There is a small train station three miles from the town which is the village’s only connection with the outside world. Every so often a lost motor-car finds its way to Sunrise. And then the driver and passengers are usually surprised to come across a village in such a lonely spot.

By Eugène Marais. Translated from Afrikaans by Christo Snyman.

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Wanting published 18/07/2017

detail from the painting Zeus Xenios by Takis Katsoulidis (1972)

‘Got any change?’ the beggar says.

I type in my pin number at the cash point and feel Damon’s lips on the back of my neck. The machine displays amounts I can withdraw and Damon slides his hand under my t-shirt. I push the button to request the maximum.

‘Couldn’t spare any change?’

The beggar sits on cardboard. Damon’s belly against my lower-back.

The machine gives me the money and Damon and I go inside the shop for supplies. I pay and step outside.

‘A bit of change?’

By Andy West.

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LET’S JUST CUT HIM OPEN (AND SEE WHAT’S INSIDE): an extract published 19/06/2017

Overall the mood is fractious, with interior and exterior, substance and shadow, intertwined hopelessly in love’s sweet dream. But ultimately it is desiccation and the harsh light of day that predominate, exiling all those who would make a home behind glass.

Extracts of new fiction by Benjamn Robinson.

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Irony published 13/06/2017

‘There’s a knife in his mouth, and the knife is being plunged into the orange pumpkin. The boy has no arms. He’s sitting on the front steps of a little white house looking out on a yard with a scatter of yellow leaves.’

Fiction by Randal Eldon Greene.

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Passeport published 31/05/2017

I pushed the photo into my back pocket and stole a glimpse at my reflection in the slip of mirror on the booth. There are mirrors everywhere in this city. I couldn’t escape the multiple versions of me following my halting progress down unfamiliar streets.

By Sian Norris.

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