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Story Cities explore ways in which stories respond to, reflect and re-imagine the city. Explore new short fictions in multiple genres that address the city. A guide book to the fictional city, all cities, any city: its markets, squares, cafés, hotels, parks, stations and ports; the main streets, side streets, back alleys dead ends and the crossroads. Never identified, the city has a voice of its own. Includes work from writers in Australia, Eire, Indonesia,Malaysia, New Zealand, Portugal, USA, and right across the UK Annabel Banks, Melaina Barnes, Laura Besley, Maja Bodenstein, Jayne Buxton, Sarah-Clare Conlon, Rosamund Davies, Roland Denning, Liam Hogan, Cath Holland, Belinda Huang, Catherine Jones, Aisling Keogh, Jess Kilby, Jasmin Kirkbride, Stuart Larner, Wes Lee, Emma Lee, Cathy Lennon, Ash Lim, C.A. Limina, Máire Malone, David Mathews, Nicholas McGaughey, Rachael McGill, Dave Murray, Pedro Basso Neves, Alexandra Penland, Cherry Potts, Matthew Pountney, Arna Radovich, Kam Rehal, Jane Roberts, Reshma Ruia, Jesse Sensibar, Shamini Sriskandarajah , Miriam Sorrentino, Stuart Larner, Patty Tomsky, Evleen Towey, Nic Vine, Rob Walton, Steven Wingate,
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First published in UK 2019 by Arachne Press Limited
100 Grierson Road, London SE23 1NX
www.arachnepress.com
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ISBNs:
print: 978-1-909208-78-0
ePub: 978-1-909208-79-7
mobi/kindle: 978-1-909208-80-3
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Thanks to Muireann Grealy for her proofing.
Printed on wood-free paper in the UK by
TJ International, Padstow.
A Quarter Glass of Wine © Jayne Buxton 2019
Alleys and Dumpsters, In Between, Sunny Day © Patty Tomsky 2019
At the Crossroads © Matthew Pountney 2019
Backwater © David Mathews 2019
Between Skyscrapers © Wes Lee 2019
Careful Where You Tread, Eavesdropping, The Right Place, and Today’s Arrivals and Departures © Rosamund Davies 2019
Chance Meetings and Happy New Year © Maja Bodenstein 2019
City Tour and Coffee Meeting © Stuart Larner 2019
Coffee © Shamini Sriskandarajah 2019
Dance Where No One Watches © Cath Holland 2019
Dawn of the City © Nicholas McGaughey 2019
Feet in a Yard © Sarah-Clare Conlon 2019
Flotsam and Jetsam and Sic Transit Gloria Mundi © Cathy Lennon 2019
Foundation Myth © Cherry Potts 2019
Go Directly to Go © Rob Walton 2019
Hole in the Wall © Ash Lim 2019
How to Go with the Flow: a Survival Guide © Arna Radovich 2019
Humans Of © Belinda Huang 2019
I Left the City that Night © Pedro Basso Neves 2019
In the Park, Man with the Guitar and Switching On © Kam Rehal 2019
Lifted and On Whose Bench Are You Sitting? © Jane Roberts 2019
Lost and Found © Catherine Jones 2019
Not Every Train © Jasmin Kirkbride 2019
Other Signals © Annabel Banks 2019
Passage © Jess Kilby 2019
School Bus © Evleen Towey 2019
Seeing in the Dark © Roland Denning 2019
Slim Odds © Laura Besley 2019
Spider Goes to the Park © Melaina Barnes 2019
Starlight © C.A. Limina 2019
Survivor © Rachael McGill 2019
Tech Down © Nic Vine 2019
The Alleyway i and The Alleyway ii © Miriam Sorrentino 2019
The Call of the Sea © Aisling Keogh 2019
The City’s Heartbeat © Emma Lee 2019
The Promise © Reshma Ruia 2019
The Second Car from the Front © Alexandra Penland 2019
Truing the Square © Dave Murray 2019
Two Till Four © Liam Hogan 2019
Walking Back to the Future © Máire Malone 2019
You Stand in the Secret Place © Steven Wingate 2019
Your Brand of Smokes © Jesse Sensibar 2019
Introduction
TERMINI
Today’s Arrivals and Departures
Feet in a Yard
City Tour
The Call of the Sea
HOTELS
The Right Place
Lifted
Your Brand of Smokes
Two Till Four
Starlight
TRANSPORT
Coffee
Not Every Train
The Second Car from the Front
Slim Odds
Other Signals
School Bus
CAFÉS
Coffee Meeting
Eavesdropping
A Quarter Glass of Wine
The Promise
MAINSTREETS
Switching On
Walking Back to the Future
Flotsam and Jetsam
You Stand in the Secret Place
How to Go with the Flow: A Survival Guide
Between Skyscrapers
Dawn of the City
Seeing in the Dark
I Left the City that Night
MARKET
The City’s Heartbeat
CROSSROADS
Foundation Myth
Go Directly to Go
At the Crossroads
Chance Meetings
SIDESTREETS
The Alleyway i
The Alleyway ii
Backwater
Alleys and Dumpsters, In Between, Sunny Day
Lost and Found
Dance Where No One Watches
Careful Where You Tread
Hole in the Wall
Passage
Tech Down
SQUARESANDPARKS
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Truing the Square
Spider Goes to the Park
Survivor
In the Park, Man with the Guitar
On Whose Bench Are You Sitting?
Happy New Year
Humans Of
Which city are you in? How have you come to be here? What are the characters, voices, stories that you have come across in your city? Your experiences – the people and places you encounter, the things you hear and see, the thoughts and sensations you feel – are at once individual and also connected to countless others in cities everywhere. Your city is also the city.
These were the thoughts that inspired us to put together this collection. Through the voices and perspectives of many different writers, it offers readers a book that they can take with them into the city to experience it through stories.
You will not find in its pages any cities, landmarks, or even characters that are identified by name. These are stories about any city, every city in which you might find yourself. The story of the woman sitting in front of you on the bus, the waiter in your café, or even the spider on the pavement.
As you read them, maybe you will also start to see – in the streets and alleyways and cafés and hotels of this city, the one you are standing in now – the lines and traces of other cities: familiar cities, past cities, cities of the future, cities of the imagination.
We would like to invite you to share your experience of the city through your own photos. You can email them to us at [email protected], telling us if /it relates to a particular story in the book. Or share them via instagram: story_cities_book, twitter: @storycities#storycitiesor Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/StoryCities/
Rosamund Davies & Kam Rehal
Rosamund Davies
Those who have just arrived
Those who are going home
Those who have left home
Those who are on leave
Those who have left it all behind
Those who are on holiday
Those who are here on business
Those who work here
Those who need work
Those who need money
Those who are here for the season
Those who are lost
Those who have something to lose
Those who are fleeing a war
Those who are carrying a passport
Those who have a ticket
Those who have something to sell
Those who have something to give
Those who are homeless
Those who are travelling light
Those who packed the night before
Those who are thirsty
Those who are hungry
Those who have missed their train
Those who will not be missed
Those who are waiting for someone
Those who are waiting for a connection
Those who do not mind waiting
Those who check their watch repeatedly
Those who are in a hurry
Those who look straight ahead
Those who look around
Those who look down
Those whose feet hurt
Those who are looking for somewhere to sit
Those who are looking for somewhere to sleep
Those who have just woken up
Those who remember what it used to be like
Those who want to make a new start
Those who are returning
Those who are going to war
Those who come and go
Those who will never leave
Those who are leaving for good
Sarah-Clare Conlon
Each time I see her, she is wearing a different pair of shoes. Tonight, they are shiny. Patent leather. I’m jealous of her shoes. I’ve watched her every day for three days out of a week for four months. She’s stood in the same place each time and traced a half moon on the station platform with the toe of a flat shoe until the train arrives. She glides up the steps into the carriage – even when the train comes in slightly before or slightly behind what I assume is its designated stopping point. Yet despite me watching her feet, I never see any significant movement either to her left or to her right.
I gradually move closer to her. For two weeks, I’ve loitered nearby, ready to climb on board alongside her. I have marked the spot like a dog. There’s the crumpled flagstone at the edge where the warning line has worn out and the rut collects water. When it’s raining hard, I hold back because a puddle will have formed. But I know when to surge forward, split seconds ahead of them calling the arrival, and I always find a seat. Even so, I never see her once I’ve pulled myself up with the handrail and look around. I never see her, until the same time, the next whenever day it is, because it’s not always tomorrow. I wonder what shoes she wears on the other days. I wonder if she takes the same size as me.
Stuart Larner
The river slinks through the city, oozing in afternoon heat, feeding monuments with its blood, carrying secrets so old and deep only it has seen. Only it could know.
I take another sip at my riverside table.
A pleasure boat hums into view, large-windowed, labelled ‘See the City!’ People sit in rows, staring out, as still as flowers in their floating greenhouse where commentary bathes them like the sun.
Smooth white boatskin cleaves the surface, churning the cream of history’s milk.
The engine sloshes as they pass. At the stern, a single flag salutes each monument ticked off their list. Memories will lap like lullabies.
The boat turns behind a building.
At its stern some strangers wave to me.
I raise my glass.
They raise an iphone, just as the boat disappears.
I pose long after they have gone, wondering if the picture was taken.
Aisling Keogh
The city welcomed me in as though I were a long-lost cousin, come in search of his roots.