A short extract from a flash novella I’m currently working on (titled Villain Miriam, for the moment) is up on 3:AM Magazine today:
A woman in grey, a woman, yes. Necklace of teeth on a red chain, the suggestion of a chignon at the back of her neck. How old she was it was impossible to say – her face was like something made by a painter tired of holding the brush. But there was a terrible steadiness behind. Behind Miriam’s glasses, the eyes like cracked opals. And on the table the spoon gleamed too bright for the ambient lighting, and Aophe would not tremble.
I love the Leonora Carrington piece that accompanies it too.
Tonight I see Anne Carson’s translation of Antigone, starring Juliet Binoche.
Tomorrow I read at the Edinburgh Book Festival.
So much, so much.