THE SKY IS BYZANTINE

THE SKY IS BYZANTINE

Longlisted for The Fish Short Story Prize and first published in InFocus Quarterly Mrs Pandora hasn’t used the front door for ten years now. That is why on this cloudless Nicosia morning, Mrs Pandora is sitting on her couch, still in her threadbare nightgown. The...
KAIMAKI

KAIMAKI

The coffee on my stove fills its lungs with air; mahogany ocean in a pouting bronzed pot. Upper layer rises, thickens, velvets watery darkness; always poised on precipice, never boiling, never spilling. Then taken off the stove. Kaimaki is never rushed; its pouring, a...