Snow Day Even if he could drive, he’d never get a van up that hill. Not in weather like this. Richie stood at the window of his flat and for the first time in months, didn’t feel like a loser. Today, walking was the smart choice. He sipped his coffee and watched his neighbours dig…

The Pattern Cutter A short story by Sofia Due If Helen kept her eyes closed, she was still in Paris, in the tiny second floor flat with its high ceilings and creaky plumbing. The wallpaper, creamy white with birds and climbing vines picked out in blue, adorned the panels of the doors and wardrobes too.…