Aimi Part 4 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES That evening, Aimi was welcomed into a rustic yet beautifully decorated Thai restaurant by a smiling waitress. She had only just ordered a drink when Shaun arrived with a dark-haired woman – Michelle, she guessed – in tow. “No Ren?” Shaun […]
Aimi Part 3 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Perhaps it was too early to be taking down Christmas decorations on the third of December, but a part of Aimi enjoyed the return to normal routine. Christmas here in Scotland was different to how she had spent it in Japan
Aimi Part 2 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES The next day rolled around, uneventful but peaceful. Still no news from Ren – although according to her ex-husband, Niall, she had met up with him on the twenty-eighth. Aimi tried not to feel disappointed. And failed horrendously. It wasn’t until
Christmas cards decorated the hallway of Aimi Wantanabe’s home – bright reds, golds and occasional greens covering every inch of the wall leading up the stairs. There were cards from her parents, her brothers, cousins and friends. Cards from the new neighbours too, even though they had been too busy
Joel Part 3 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES The scent of cooked eggs floated through under the bedroom door, accompanied by rich, salty bacon and strong coffee. Joel rolled over in bed with a hand thrown over his eyes, wondering just how that was possible when he was still
Joel Part 2 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES When Joel rolled out of bed the next morning, surrounded by unopened moving boxes, he was met with a banging headache and a queasiness that had him groaning into the palm of his hand. He hadn’t drunk this much in years.
December thirtieth, the day before New Year’s Eve, and Joel was beginning to understand how choosing to move to a new house so late in the year had been a terrible idea. He had moved in November, from the fairly small town of Bonnyrigg over to Glasgow, and it had
Ephraim Part 4 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Everything had seemed easy after his talk with Marsha – right up until he found himself by Michelle’s side, hovering on the unfamiliar driveway of his parents’ house. It felt odd, standing with Michelle as if they were old friends. Stranger
Ephraim Part 3 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Ephraim’s dark eyes wandered across the living room, hands tapping restlessly against his knee. A black mobile phone sat in his lap, a number typed in, but so far he hadn’t even attempted to click call. Instead, he let the phone
Ephraim Part 2 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES When Ephraim checked his phone the next morning, the first thing he saw was a text from Michelle. He knew her well enough to have her number, yes, but not so well to earn him a text at nine in the
