Safaa pressed an aghabani scarf to her face as she sobs, hiding. Her sister had bought her the scarf as a farewell gift the last time they had visited the souk together. Some of the silk flowers were unraveling, red and blue stitches busted through days of wringing it tightly while reading the international section … Continue reading The scarf
Category: Fiction
Worm farm
With less caution than I should have had, I opened the lid. The food scraps I had collected for my new worm farm had putrefied. A layer of maggots writhed in a heaving mass on top of the sweet-smelling brown liquid. Juveniles of various creatures crawled over the maggots and scurried up the sides of … Continue reading Worm farm
The elephant in the room
He remembered the clock had struck thirteen when he had scuttled in on all sixes. He had explored the cavernous space, his wiggling antennae providing him knowledge of the volume and shape of the room, position of doors, location of artefacts. His antennae had told him that the walls were coming closer, before they fell … Continue reading The elephant in the room
The Milonga
Maria’s heartbeat quickened as she climbed the stairs, the marble dented from the steps of dancers over hundreds of years about to make their entrance, the same as her. Through the red velvet curtains, one side of the host’s mouth curls in welcome, and he kisses her on the cheek. She follows him to her … Continue reading The Milonga
The Bunya Tragedy
Their exciting, perfect, spontaneous day was starting to turn a little dark as they pulled into the lookout over the valley. It had started with a thrilling freedom to do whatever, and packing their car, Rose and George had thought they might head up, into mountains, to escape the humidity of the city. It was … Continue reading The Bunya Tragedy
Sarah Bonnar 