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...

First published in European University's Cadences journal, re-published in InFocus Quarterly. 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,...

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...

First published in European University's Cadences journal, re-published in InFocus Quarterly. 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,...

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...

First published in European University's Cadences journal, re-published in InFocus Quarterly. 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,...