Her nose knew this smell. The people. The men. Men. Men took the trees. Men made them hot and orange. Men would touch the trees to make them glow in the night. The trees began a new life that filled ... [+]
Anthony Kane Evans has had around fifty short stories published in various UK, US, Canadian and Australian literary journals, e-zines, and anthologies. "Fox" is in Short Circuit #07, Short Édition's quarterly review.
i. Rob and I were down the pub, drinking Guinness. There was a woman in there with a face like a fox. The whiteness of it, along with the red hair, only strengthened the impression. She shot out surly looks at everyone, but there must have been something special about me. Anytime she looked at me, her eyes narrowed and she looked extra-surly. "Rob, let's push off," I said. "Are you kidding? It's bloody well snowing out there." "It is?" "What you need is an Irish coffee down your neck," he said. He stood up, a bit unsteady on his feet, and put both hands down on the table. "I can do this thin