What Are the Odds?

by E. F. S. Byrne John bumped into a stranger, his head falling onto her shoulder. She shrugged him off. The rattle of carriages filled his ears, swamped his mind, blotted out memories, thoughts, imagination, leaving him with the ceaseless rumble of lives shuttling from one station to the next, squeezing in and out of electronic doorways, minding gaps, diving Read More

The Pluralist’s Dry Outer Ear

by Colin James Discipline is a line of taut bums, soliloquies for the seated. Conformation has arrived. The cart driver will be waiting at the train station gate. It is a short journey to the castle. You are expected. Introduce yourself generally. Delve into the claret. The youngest daughter may wake you in your twin bed as you sheepishly sleep Read More