Europe
Asia
Oceania
Americas
Africa
for FICTION
BY ALISON JAMES
The glitter, the OTT outfits, the nois
AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro
BACK in my day, they called it misbehaving!” Linda, my glamorous mother-in-law, quips, her blonde highlighted bobbed hair bouncing. I chew on the side of my cheek to stop the words inside me from esca
Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...
Nicola reached into her boot and took out a large white crate before yanking it shut. Ever since her mum’s washing machine had broken and hadn’t been possible to repair, Nicola had collected her washi
I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their
FIONA’S glad the traffic’s in her favour as she pulls up at her mum’s house and hurries in to fetch her. She checks her watch as she unlocks the front door and gives it a shove. It’s three fifty-five