map Macro-Fiction Archives

Dune Head

Issue No. 36 ~ May, 2000

It’s 1990, an ugly year, and that’s my brother Joss in the middle of the picture, sitting on his creaking bed in a cell at Wormwood Scrubs prison, West London. He’s shivering, caressing his arms – he’s his own baby. He’s in there for breaking …

Bird Walk

Issue No. 34 ~ March, 2000

“Hey, Sloth,” my father said. I was playing cards on the ground behind the tent. It was the only place in camp that had any shade, and even so I was half in and half out of the sun. My back baked like the dirt. …

Rehearsal

Issue No. 26 ~ July, 1999

A man stood before a group of people. It was his party. He knew each person on the couch, the ones crossed-legged on the rope-rug, the others leaning against the walls near the framed black and white photos and the thumb-tacked poster prints. He even …

The Terminal

Issue No. 25 ~ June, 1999

The whole thing falls apart after we talk for about an hour. He’s told me about the plane, which he’s early for, to his hometown Seattle. And he’s told me about wrestling. The last time he lost was more than three years ago, and now …

Mercy

Issue No. 24 ~ May, 1999

I alight. My baseball cap placed on the seat cushion, though not before a brisk shake to avoid as much as humanly possible a rim-wide ring of wet where I am to eventually deposit myself into sitting position and face her once again. Here she …

Garlands

Issue No. 22 ~ March, 1999

Lawrence flung away the issue of Businessworld with a theatrical gesture of nonchalance onto the table of Conference Room One. “So the world is on the brink of a recession, and oil prices are lower than ever because, inter alia, demand from Asia is down. …

Donna Lee

Issue No. 20 ~ January, 1999

For a while I was staying in a converted tenement east of Silver Lake that smelled like maple syrup. Upstairs, directly above my unit, there was a textile shop that operated twenty-four hours a day. I would hear machinery at all hours and the workers …

Swimming Empty

Issue No. 19 ~ December, 1998

In a bathtub in the house at the end of Road 567 the brother is soaking in fifty liters of water. It smells of sauce made of ripe red lingonberries. The water is slightly pink. When the sun hits, the pink transforms into a color …

The Inquisistion

Issue No. 19 ~ December, 1998

The tribunal was to meet in an anonymous building at an anonymous address on an anonymous street in an anonymous town not far from where Eric lived. He had never been to this town and since it had no name he had never heard of …