Category Archives: smoke-long stories

Fiction that can be read
in the time it takes
to smoke a fag.

je suis une chienne

i watch a man and woman argue, he’s farang and she’s Thai, she’s shrieking in Thai, and that in itself is unusual because Thais rarely raise their voice, but she’s a banshee, you don’t know what a banshee is, i

je suis une chienne

i watch a man and woman argue, he’s farang and she’s Thai, she’s shrieking in Thai, and that in itself is unusual because Thais rarely raise their voice, but she’s a banshee, you don’t know what a banshee is, i

deadcat meets ernest

I wondered where DeadCat had slipped off to. Some days I thought she might have coughed up her ninth under a bridge or stuffed in a rubbish bin. Other days, I imagined she found her way into a national park. But the pussy’s been drinking g&t with Ernest Crumb…

deadcat meets ernest

I wondered where DeadCat had slipped off to. Some days I thought she might have coughed up her ninth under a bridge or stuffed in a rubbish bin. Other days, I imagined she found her way into a national park. But the pussy’s been drinking g&t with Ernest Crumb…

alice morgan

The girl in the green coat made me think of Alice Morgan. She sat at a table for six, ordered a cappuccino, and pulled out an old copy of The Bell Jar…

alice morgan

The girl in the green coat made me think of Alice Morgan. She sat at a table for six, ordered a cappuccino, and pulled out an old copy of The Bell Jar…

waiting for eva 

Eva wore a solemn expression that reminded him of her copious use of commas, colons, and semi-colons when she was being serious. He laughed, and knew that he was fucked.

waiting for eva 

Eva wore a solemn expression that reminded him of her copious use of commas, colons, and semi-colons when she was being serious. He laughed, and knew that he was fucked.

the curator, the whore, and the tourist

We came to the last door and the curator opened this with a flourish. Lying on a bed was a young girl who uncoiled her long limbs and approached us. She flashed her teeth.

the curator, the whore, and the tourist

We came to the last door and the curator opened this with a flourish. Lying on a bed was a young girl who uncoiled her long limbs and approached us. She flashed her teeth.

purgatory for paperback novels

When her book was published, she did a cute little tap dance and we both laughed so loud people tried not to stare. It took five years and seven months to write the thing, and often she was in tears,

purgatory for paperback novels

When her book was published, she did a cute little tap dance and we both laughed so loud people tried not to stare. It took five years and seven months to write the thing, and often she was in tears,

moonstruck

the magic mushrooms was your idea. It was your first time in the tropics, with him, this man you were beginning to like. You thought what better way to push past the clumsy peeling of layers than coupling within a

moonstruck

the magic mushrooms was your idea. It was your first time in the tropics, with him, this man you were beginning to like. You thought what better way to push past the clumsy peeling of layers than coupling within a

A.M.

Used to be the first thing she would reach for was a cigarette. She never smoked in bed but the stick fresh out of its pack was a lure to the fish in her that swam in dreams that were

A.M.

Used to be the first thing she would reach for was a cigarette. She never smoked in bed but the stick fresh out of its pack was a lure to the fish in her that swam in dreams that were

my farmer’s feet

farmer’s feet, my sisters call them. toes spread out so they can grip the earth and soles thick and dark as mud. or maid’s feet, and giggling they point at the short, thin, dark-skinned lady mum hired so she could

my farmer’s feet

farmer’s feet, my sisters call them. toes spread out so they can grip the earth and soles thick and dark as mud. or maid’s feet, and giggling they point at the short, thin, dark-skinned lady mum hired so she could

coconut chick

You were chasing Nicholas, a ten year old boy, whose skin was raw from being pumice-scrubbed twice daily by his mother. Driven manic depressive, your mother said, from her stint as a whore. At dusk, mosquitoes materialise from under plant fronds

coconut chick

You were chasing Nicholas, a ten year old boy, whose skin was raw from being pumice-scrubbed twice daily by his mother. Driven manic depressive, your mother said, from her stint as a whore. At dusk, mosquitoes materialise from under plant fronds

madonna

You were wearing a skirt, it was purple, a favorite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus danced in and out of hiding. You wore

madonna

You were wearing a skirt, it was purple, a favorite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus danced in and out of hiding. You wore