by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 30, 2018
The Rite of OdobenaAdam Marks It was a dark, cloudy night: perfect! A group was gathered in a corner of Old St Pancras Churchyard. They were not a regular congregation. They were men and women of various ages, pepper-pot faces, ordinarily dressed, mostly; a true...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 29, 2018
Watching The SatanistsGerard McKeown ‘We bought that goat with our own money and can sacrifice it to our Lord Satan if we feel like it.’Her screams land over the roof as I press the ignition. Something has died, or will die – a goat? Air clears through the pump,...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 28, 2018
Seeing YellowMary Rose McCarthy At forty, Alison had come to detest the colour yellow. And she saw it everywhere. She wasn’t the navel gazing type, but if she thought at all about her problem with yellow, she figured it could have something to do with an unremembered...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 22, 2018
That Old Black MagicPamela Scott went down tothe woods lastnight, in the dark,moon shining above went down tothe darkest partof the woods,right into theold black heart went down, deepdown, until all thelight was gone, untilthe dark breathed around me went down to the...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 21, 2018
No Flowers by RequestAnne Goodwin Had my highlights not been in need of attention, I might never have known of Mr. Blenkinsop’s demise. I don’t normally patronise the local rag but I was marooned at the hairdresser’s and some other woman had nabbed last month’s...
