Fiction

MARCH

Litro: 150 Britishness: Tygrys

There’s a stranger walking down the street.
His skin is plastered with a thick layer of dust and worn out at the knuckles. Like a wild cat, he treads lightly and barefoot on the wet asphalt. When he keeps still, he’s almost invisible, hidden in the thick paper and food waste undergrowth of the city streets shrouded in dense smog and a cloud of bad breath of eight million hungry commuters. He pauses, he breaths in the hot air – it stings the soft tissue of his lungs, like molten metal. It smells like deep fried fish and chips - thick like oil, salty like the ocean. Read more →
JUNE

Them That Didn’t

The remote is right there with Morgan in the reclining chair, but in the end it’s Dan who gets up and walks across the break room to switch off the screen. While Dan is up, Morgan looks over at Simon. He wants to see Simon stealing one of Dan’s draughts pieces. Morgan thinks he needs that to happen and keep happening more than he needs anything else in the world. Read more →