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In Winter the Sky
Jon McGregor
‘In winter there’s no danger of falling into the sky / Our bodies anchored to the ground by the weight of the light.’
Drifting House
Krys Lee
‘Houses loomed like ghosts. The government’s face was everywhere: on the sides of a beached cart, above the lintel of the post office.’
The Moon and the Batteries
Hiromi Kawakami
‘His full name was Mr Harutsuna Matsumoto, but I called him ‘Sensei’. Not ‘Mr’ or ‘Sir’, just ‘Sensei’.’
The Grandson of Jesus Christ
Apricot Irving
‘His heart is a tired engine with too many loose screws and faulty wires, not weightless like the tissue-thin kites he used to fly with his grandfather as the string danced between his fingers.’
Beachcombing
Lucy Wood
‘He was stamped darkly onto the wide stretch of sea like a single footprint.’
Santa Claus is in the Living Room
Santiago Roncagliolo
‘I soon understood that if I wanted to get my father back I was going to have to help him get rid of the competition.’
When Captain Flint Was Still a Good Man | New Voices
Nick Dybek
‘We searched the horizon for returning fishermen, who arrived shaggy and greasy, telling their stories but not their secrets.’
The Boys of Karachay Lake
Angela Pelster
‘When the fish in Karachay Lake, south of the Ural Mountains, Russia, went blind, not everyone stopped eating them.’
Menu: Extinction
Sharona Muir
‘A baked mermaid, prepared, a la Julia Child, with her tail obtruding from her open mouth, and her little fried fingers presented on a mother-of-pearl comb. How would that strike you?’
Teardrop
Carol Anshaw
‘Nick didn’t kid himself that what he and Olivia had was love. It was more serious than that.’
Harold
Bonnie Nadzam
‘A rustling, then a voice, came from behind the door – the voice of a man who couldn’t be much older than I. A cousin? A secret half-brother? ‘Bloodgood.’’
