Take the Cake
I didn’t want the pie. I’ve eaten enough pie, in fact I’ve made myself sick on pie. I could throw up all the pie, I could Fill a sink with pie. I could fill a world with pie, I could: I could never eat pie again. There, I said it. I was pretty sure, that I was done with pie. I had a round hard ball of Pie, inside me. A pie in the oven, No pie in the hand and I wasn’t going into the bush, not...
You could believe in the ocean
You could believe in the ocean but they didn’t make it easy for you to believe in the ocean. You Could put it down to the cold in the air that Fooled you into thinking it was stolen from the caps of old waves; you could Think the salt was the salt of smoke, and sweat, and the sticks of meat and skin they barbequed in the shop fronts. They wanted you to see the canal. It was beautiful and...
She was standing in the corner
She was standing in the corner and she was wearing a cheerleading costume. He was willing to be that she was thirty – they all were – thirty, or more, because although something about the Japanese genetic code meant that everybody looked eighteen until they were forty, the ones who hung out in bars like these were always thirty. You could see it in their faces if you looked, if you knew what to...
If the sky wasn't blue
If the sky wasn’t blue, she wouldn’t mind so much, she thought, but it was. Wasn’t that always the way? That you could see just exactly what little thing could change, to make everything ok, to make all the shit bits turn and twist and disappear, but that was all you could do: see it. It was never the small things that mattered, because those were the things you could change, and then it would be...
Emma stood there as he counted them and weighed her options. There weren’t many of them. She’d already tried to leave, twice, but both times he’d noticed her slow retreat, her fingers fumbling in the handbag that hung at her side for the keys to her car, and barked at her with such vitriol that she’d now become too afraid to try again. She could probably outrun him, she thought, but there were at...
The apartment building had never looked good. It was a huge concrete monolith, a tombstone to some grass, a hill, some birds nests, whatever else used to be there but wasn’t now because there were a thousand people, stacked on top of each other like dominos, magically managing to fuck, cook, shower, balanced like a pyramid, a deck of cards, anything else you could build that might fall. Or...
It was the old china that sold it to most people. There was a recession, or something; something which meant that you knew you ought to cook up enough dinner that you have leftovers to spare for lunch the next three days running, rather than going to the café down the road to pay for something fresh and healthy that didn’t taste like the smell of what you’d been excavating when you first woke up...
If The Titanic Hadn’t Sunk
Rose propped herself up on her elbow and regarded Jack with some distaste. He was still asleep, which wasn’t unusual – he drank a lot these days, which led to a deep, wet kind of slumber from which he was almost impossible to wake. His chin was pressed to his chest and he snored hollowly. There wasn’t much of the boy left in him now; ten years of hard living in the slums of New York has stolen...
Nancy Drew Meets Lisbeth Salander
N: Hi! Can I help you? You look like you could do with a helping hand! L: I’m fine. Go away. N: Are you sure? I have a flashlight! L: Please go away. N: Oh, I appreciate that you can do things for yourself. Girls can do anything! It’s just that… I have this flashlight, see? And it looks like you’ve been shot. Twice. In the head. I deduced that from the fact that you’re bleeding rather a lot....
William Carlos Williams Would Have Loved Skype
Scarlett 3:55 PM I 3:55 PM m losing you! 3:55 PM Like last time 3:56 PM I’ve lost you again 3:56 PM Call Ended2 minutes 22 seconds s.a.r.howell 4:01 PM Come back. It will work now. 4:02 PM
Heathcliff Meets Dick (Famous Five)
Heathcliff and Dick are walking along a wharf on a warm summer’s day D: I say, old chap! Jolly nice weather we’re having! I hope you’ve got your bathing costume on under your clothes, the waves are just super today! H: The clouds are dark and filled with her dark image! The waves whisper her name like the wind through the branches of trees in the night… I cannot walk along this beach, but that I...
Dickon Meets Edward
Scene: A forest. Dickon sits at the foot of a tree, whittling a piece of wood and watching a young deer drink at a stream. Edward enters, crouched. D: Don’t tha’ move. It’d flight ‘im. E: Pardon? D: Tha’ cannae startle ‘im. If tha’ makes a quick move, tha’ will cause ‘im flight. E: I’m a hundred years old. I’ve studied as a doctor. I’m a fucking genius. And I have no idea what you are...
Anne of Green Gables Meets Karen Brewer
A: Hello! I’m an orphan! K: OK… A: Don’t you just love the word orphan? It’s just so whimsical and wistful – I can just picture myself, sitting at the side of a road, with my chin in my hands gazing at the world, all alone. Of course, in my imaginings, I have dimples, and hair that is long and thick and just as black as the raven’s wing. There is something so ethereal about black hair, don’t you...
Jo March Meets Elizabeth Wakefield
Jo and Liz are new acquaintances. They are seated together in the March family living room. A Christmas tree lights up the corner. J: Oh, I do wish I didn’t have to go to the party tonight. I don’t like fuss and feathers nearly so much as the others do, and I can’t behave as I should in company. I know how I ought to behave but my feet will move in time to the music, and then Meg shall glare and...