The soup that voted
I left a pot on the stove and went to find salt. When I came back the lid was off and the dog was sitting like a mayor.
Mira ColeKitchen
Published stories
Ten tiles a page. Newest first. Open a card for the full piece.
Parcel for the wrong floor
The courier rang every bell. We all opened our doors. He held up a box of lemons and asked who had ordered summer.
Owen ParkNeighbours
A map with opinions
The paper map folded itself into a swan. We still reached the station, but the swan looked disappointed.
Lea HartTravel
Out of office, into a plant
I set an auto-reply. The office fern started answering clients. Its tone was greener than mine.
Mira ColeWork
The cat and the tax form
She sat on the form until the ink dried in a new signature. The clerk accepted it. I did not argue.
Nia BellPets
Bread that remembered me
The loaf from Tuesday was still on the counter. It had grown a personality and a small moustache of flour.
Owen ParkKitchen
Quiet hour, loud kettle
The building asked for silence after ten. The kettle on the fourth floor filed a complaint in steam.
Lea HartNeighbours
Ticket to the wrong sea
I bought a ticket for the coast. The train stopped at a lake and refused to discuss it.
Nia BellTravel
Stand-up in the lift
Five of us, one jammed lift, and a man who treated it as an open mic. We reached the lobby as a troupe.
Mira ColeWork
A dog named Agenda
He ate the shopping list and then led us through the shop in the correct order. We tipped him in biscuits.
Owen ParkPets