Fanni Suto

Fanni writes in Hungarian and English; poems, flash fiction, and lyrics. She is getting better at finishing novels. Fanni tries to find the magical in the everyday and likes to spy on the secret life of cities and their inhabitants.

  • Livingroom in Fading Light

    Nothing has moved in the living room since you left. Crispy almond slices in the golden autumn light sit on a plate like pale petals. The afternoon turns into dusk, soft yellow melting into blue and orange flames on the horizon. Dust settles on the floor at the foot of the grand piano.  The untouched…

  • Night Wait

    The thick, starless night enveloped the lonely figure with the smell of autumn, the season of mists. He didn’t know how long he’d been waiting in the abandoned bus shelter, he wasn’t even quite sure why he was there. He felt like a forgotten, unfinished rhyme. The world was stirring around him, time slipped through…

  • Fires of Autumn

    Phoebe loves the smell of autumn; the dying sweetness of overripe fruits and the crispiness of fallen leaves. She stands on the terrace, barefoot, the marble silky cold under her soles. The sun is setting behind the mountains, bathing the landscape in light. Below the terrace, the garden seems ablaze, pebbles burning white and the…

  • The Girl with Pearls in her Eyes

    There are ghosts on the Underground. You don’t notice them because they look just like you, or a ticket inspector. They clutch their lost life as though it was a briefcase full of important documents. Their faces flicker dead-white against the recycled pages of the free newspapers. You don’t notice them. They are just passing…

  • Rain of Thought

    The clouds were hanging above the city like freshly washed clothes. Everything was dripping with grey and gardens of black umbrellas bloomed every morning as the people hurried to work. The creaking of wellingtons, the whooshing of the raincoats’ wings and the rhythmical drumming of the raindrops on the tin hats of rubbish bins resembled…

  • Summer’s End

    You are not serious when you are seventeen. You think you are, but you are not. You swear to love each other for ever in the darkness of the night and make love in the backseat of his Dad’s car. You think this is all there is and there will always be music swirling around…

  • Darkest before Dawn

    Maybe she had known about the curse since she was born. Maybe her mind was just concealing her fate to give her a few happy and peaceful years. But doom was always close at hand. When she heard the song on the radio, the world started spinning and she suddenly understood. She could hide but…