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There’s a faint drizzle falling on a grey day. Opposite the art gallery is a park. Verdant grass, proud trees, clumps of flowers in well-cared-for beds. There are deep basalt steps leading to a paved bluestone terrace and a large granite pedestal upon which sits a statue commemorating King
She paints her lips carefully, precisely, watching the colour bloom. There are dozens of lipsticks in her collection, each containing its own shade of promise. “Perfect Red Lipstick” is a meditative short story about the pursuit of the sublime. What makes a woman spend her life pursuing a single perfect
David knows that being alone with his demons in a room with a laptop is not going to produce compelling television drama. In fact, he knows it’s going to end in tears. David’s just come back from another stint in rehab after becoming the head writer and showrunner
President Donald Trump floats naked above the gilded carpet. The air grows thick. Time bends. Reality shifts. Walls breathe and somewhere beyond the concrete and the security cordon, history unravels. “Delirium” is a psychological short story about the illusions of power. What happens when the most powerful man in the
It’s 1972 and Ennio Flaiano knows he’s going to die. He gets his affairs and journals in order and makes one final entry. It’s about - of all things - beloved dictators. It’s about how dictators have learned how to make themselves loved. It’s no