Shadow
I met a man with no shadow today.
Read MorePosted by Tade Thompson | Nov 16, 2016 | Short Fiction
I met a man with no shadow today.
Read MorePosted by Tade Thompson | Nov 14, 2016 | Novel Excerpt
I’m at the Integrity Bank job for forty minutes before the anxieties kick in. It’s how I usually start my day. This time it’s because of a wedding and a final exam. Not my wedding, not my exam. In my seat by the window I can see, but not hear, the city. This high above Rosewater everything seems orderly. Blocks, roads, streets, traffic curving sluggishly around the dome. I can see the cathedral from here.
Read MorePosted by Tade Thompson | Sep 1, 2015 | Short Fiction
Being a sensitive is difficult to explain. There is no omen at birth, no weather phenomenon, no annunciation to herald my arrival. I am a normal child by all accounts, with five fingers and toes, nappy rash, and cradle cap.
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