Steph Morris

      Three halves Help yourselves, Alex says, places chocolate on the table, and opens the wrapper, silver wings on all four sides. Three of them, at one end of the table. Charlie cracks a chunk free, one whole end of the bar at a jaunty angle, and...

Janet Rogerson

      Ghost I was outside in the square dull of garden when I realised I couldn’t draw a ghost. The page waited patiently like the future and my eye held what was supposed to fill it. The narrow path which didn’t deserve its name was an...