That’ll Teach Yous by Katherine Mezzacappa | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2022
(Belfast, December 1972) Nathalie hated going for the messages[1], but didn’t know how to refuse; her discontented mother always hadContinue Reading
(Belfast, December 1972) Nathalie hated going for the messages[1], but didn’t know how to refuse; her discontented mother always hadContinue Reading
Col felt a solitary tear of sweat running down his cheek and onto his chin. He drummed his thumbs againstContinue Reading
It was that time in the afternoon, the lull in the day’s progress, the time between now and then, whenContinue Reading
I tap Morrison’s hand. Dead to the world. That’s what you say about me when I’m in a deep sleep.Continue Reading
Trigger warning: suicide Emaciated, he stood silently wedged between the wall and their table unnoticed. He listened intently to theirContinue Reading
He opened his eyes but found it hard to focus through the gloom of night. His mind, racing a momentContinue Reading
Saturday morning was cold when I woke up; the windows behind the shut curtains of my bedroom were misted over.Continue Reading
His latest trigger was the small paring knife that he only ever used on cucumbers. It was not the biggestContinue Reading