Demons cavort in the darkness of trees. Slender, knuckle-cracking things, whispering a wasp language. You stop your ears with moss, but the what-ifs and why-nots are siren voices. So you take scissors to your hair,...
THROUGH THE WINDOW
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Susan Wigmore
Susan loves the freedom of writing to a strict word count, and is often surprised by what language can do under pressure. Her work has been published by Oxford Flash Fiction, Retreat West, and Reflex Fiction, and she has been long and short-listed for various awards, including Fish Flash Fiction and the Cambridge Flash Fiction Prize. She lives and writes near Oxford, UK.
The Marriage Market
An old Bedford van passes you on the track to the *moussem. On top, penned but precarious, barely a bleat, goats. Good meat, you’re told. Behind you, the woman who shares your bed, the woman who wants to be your wife,...