Matthia Dempsey

They have found a body in the jungle. I see it on the late news in the common room tonight when no one else is there, and just like that I know. The television sound is turned down and out the window, in the breathing black summer night, there’s a bird call like the one […]

It was a hot night and the garden was crowded. The debate taking place across the lawn from me was of the forward-leaning, hand-wielding kind that suggested violent disagreement about Franzen’s Freedom or who is the better Bronte sister (Charlotte, obviously). Before long, one of the participants had smashed his champagne glass against a nearby […]