Fiction Author: Rachel Canwell

Pick a clear night, creeping from a warm summer’s day. Pluck the hope from its centre, polish lightly and tuck it away. Go to the river, sit on the bank. Lose yourself in the soft rattle of wheat as it waves at your back. Take a moment to breathe, to wonder and stare. Piece by …

Competition Twelve Shortlisted: Instructions for sweethearts watching Spitfires leave Read More »

She has shaken off the two men. The shifting shapes that have dogged her all morning; their steps no longer beating the hollow yet persistent tune in the shadows of Munich’s streets.   Now, the park, all she hears is the September breeze lifting leaves, undercut by the rush of blood in her ears.   …

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