Short Stories

 

‘Salt Madonna’

I had the fortune of winning the 2017 Mslexia Short Fiction Competition, judged by the wonderful Deborah Levy, for my short story, ‘Salt Madonna’. In her judge’s report, Deborah Levy commended ‘Salt Madonna’ for being an “accomplished, complex and surreal story” which is pulled off “with tremendous confidence and flair”.

“an accomplished, complex and surreal story”

 

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‘It Used to be a Boyd’, Shibboleth & Other Stories, 2016

Editor, Laurie Steed writes, “‘It Used to be a Boyd’ is very much about the seams and stitching of life. It charts the expectations and realisations that come with marriages, be they real, fake, or something in between. It’s about one’s life as it starts to stretch and fade over time; how, with the right guidance, one might find the right splash of colour to revive and invigorate even the most tired of fabrics.”

 

 

 

 

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‘Birthday Bones’, Bristol Short Story Prize Anthology Volume 8, 2015

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In her introduction to the anthology, Sara Davies writes “‘Birthday Bones’ has one of the best opening lines we read, and we knew we were in good storytelling hands from the start. It takes a very specific event and creates from it a story that has emotional depth and impact far beyond the circumstances of the event itself.’

“‘Birthday Bones’ has one of the best opening lines we read, and we knew we were in good storytelling hands from the start”

 

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‘Mojitos in Tehran’, Lost Boy & Other Stories, 2015

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“Tower of Shadows was the name of my apartment block in Tehran. It was a green glass building that looked over the mountains next door.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘Polish Cooking for Beginners’, The Big Issue: Take Me Away Fiction Edition, 2014

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“My grandmother’s hands are bloody. Red stains soak her fingers and splatter her arms, reaching their peak in a dab of crimson at her neck.”