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It Was a Dog
Amaryllis Gacioppo
‘She liked to eat until her thighs felt gelatinous and slick with sweat, and her stomach ballooned out, sore and firm as though she had drunk cement that had now set.’
Messrs. External & Bodily
Helen Marten
‘Space is marked and people do their best, but somewhere somebody made a false prophecy for the land.’
Pinky Agarwalia: Biography of a Child Saint in Ten Parts
Bhanu Kapil
‘Every person who travelled here is unsteady, I can feel that.’
Ogadinma
Ukamaka Olisakwe
‘She began to count; it was easier this way, counting, because she would not have to remember how she felt. She only had to remember how long she had counted.’
Alphonse
Marie-Hélène Lafon
‘He was long and white; his hands especially were long and white, and he sewed; he looked after the linen; he worked as a woman would; he lived in the house; he didn’t speak, he was rarely spoken to.’
Translated from the French by Stephanie Smee.
The Appointment
Katharina Volckmer
‘I know that I can trust you, and that death is silent. It’s never the loud things that kill us, the things that make us vomit and scream and cry. Those things are just looking for attention.’
That Time of Year
Marie NDiaye
‘The fact was that outside of summertime they knew nothing about the place at all.’
Translated from the French by Jordan Stump.
People From My Neighbourhood
Hiromi Kawakami
‘First prize went to the dog school principal, who of course had submitted a cartoon dog.’ Translated from the Japanese by Ted Goossen.
Gospel
Carys Davies
‘I would explain to you then, if I could, the theory that in the case of hairline shape, there are two possible variants or alleles: straight, or widow’s peak.’
In the Beginning
Diane Cook
‘They flavored their early stews with bacon. None of that stuff lasted long, though. That first day felt like a vacation in a wondrous new place. That feeling didn’t last long either.’
Amma
Sindya Bhanoo
‘She appeals to the fisherman, the rickshaw driver, the bricklayer. Her devotees are of all types’
The Mistake
Peter Cameron
‘Yes, I was sick, she said. You’re very observant. She raised her hand and wiped the back of her leather glove across her lips.’
