Claire Manojlovic
Stories (2/0)
- Top Story - October 2023
Milk-Poached Smoked HaddockTop Story - October 2023
‘You put garlic in it? Garlic!’ I took an audibly deep breath. My livid, hopeless look caught the eye of a young women sitting opposite me on the bus; an innocent stranger unable to ignore what promised to turn into a full-scale row about some garlic, she quickly averted her eyes, concentrating upon her mobile phone.
By Claire Manojlovicabout a month ago in Feast
The Fourteenth Year
The Fourteenth Year Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Heather knocked sharply again on the white door; this time she tried four smart taps in a neat rhythm. Adding some variety to her knocking might perhaps aid her sanity, as might ceasing to shout at the doors altogether. Firmly, she knocked four times on the next door, and then on the remaining six, which were arranged at regular intervals along a predictably white corridor. At the last, she tried once again to shake or rattle the matt white doorhandle; as usual it held firm, robustly unmovable. She took a deep breath, then walked back past her own open door and into the incongruously carpeted living room.
By Claire Manojlovicabout a year ago in 01
