selected by Sara Crowley

A Quiet Like This

I look out and find a quiet has fallen during the night. I stand on my doorstep taking it in. I don’t move. There’s so little of it, no more than a dusting ove...

Mams Being Mams

The worst part about the whole debacle was having to endure the barrage of well-meaning enquiry from friends and family in the aftermath. The earnest concern, ...

Hartlepool Beach Extras

Hartlepool. The last one-night-stand dregs of a theatre tour, limping on for an extra month. ‘New dates added due to popular demand!’ Trying to claw back losses...

The Levitation

It was a boring party, all of us standing around sipping wine and eating meat wrapped in puff pastry or pickled vegetables on toothpicks, all of us with nothing...

Flight of the Garage Men

Raymond was out in the garage, as usual. He was building something. Sawing, drilling, hammering. Just what my headache needed. When I went out to the kitchen...

Fish Food

The fish tank is there, and nobody knows why, or how, or even when it arrived. I ask my daughter this morning, ask my mother-in-law this afternoon, and the fish...

I Will Hold It, My Love

There is a photograph, a portrait of my family from 1998 that hangs on the wall in our dining nook. My 15-month-old daughter is obsessed with looking at it. In ...

Biking with Kaiju

I release my bike from the darkness of the shed and climb onto the cool seat, soaking in the new spring sun for a moment before I start pedaling. My skin is ele...