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…
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.
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…
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…
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…
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…
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….
