Forbidden Fruit by Fiona Dixon

Whenever the rain stopped or slowed long enough for the mist to lift and reveal the steaming hills, I took to exploring. At the far edge of the settlement, past the family of black pygmy pot-bellied pigs, I began to climb the hill on the ridge that looked most accessible. It had been peering down […]

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Old Foreigner by Fiona Rintoul

‘They are dead,’ grinned Mrs Wu, who had met me at the airport. I looked out the minibus window. Four bloodied bodies lay on the road. Behind them, two vans, crushed like tin cans, were fused in a wonky embrace. The men were indeed dead but they hadn’t been for long. Their blood was as […]

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A Leaf on the Wind by Joel Hindson

“Méiyŏu.” The two syllables dropped like dead weights onto the ticket counter and my heart sank. My Chinese was rudimentary at best, but I had by then learnt the various meanings of ‘méiyŏu’: don’t have; cannot; not possible; end of the line, buddy; I don’t know, so stop bothering me. It usually was accompanied by […]

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