1st Place: Drifting by Cormac Culkeen

jesus this wind is cold you can feel the North in it, all icy edges inside the neck and gusting numbness into the face even a hoodie won’t stop it. The night sky is a black loom and the stars are just hidden by the clouds and the moon lights their edges with silver. IContinue reading “1st Place: Drifting by Cormac Culkeen”

Runner Up: ‘First Home’ by Rhiannon Jones

‘She might look different from how she was when you last saw her,’ my mother said. ‘She’s lost a lot of weight since she’s been ill.’ ‘I feel bad – ’ I began, but my mother was saying hello to my grandmother’s neighbour Bruce, who sat outside his front door in a fold-out chair, hisContinue reading “Runner Up: ‘First Home’ by Rhiannon Jones”

Runner Up: ‘Coins on the Tongue’ by Carl Kinsella

She complained often about a feeling of grime on her hands, and insisted that it was more than a feeling. That if she looked for more than a few seconds she could really see grains of silt embedded in the grooves of her fingerprints. It made her scared to touch her eyes, she thought itContinue reading “Runner Up: ‘Coins on the Tongue’ by Carl Kinsella”