Thanks to the joint vision of the Scottish writers Kirsty Logan and Helen Sedgwick, Fractured West was born to join the twelve billion other literary magazines in the world in 2010 and its star shone brightly in the literary firmament for five beautiful issues. This story from Issue 1 is a perfect miniature and I have never forgotten the pistachio-green fridge. I was absolutely delighted to find that Juana Adcock had posted it on her website so that you can still read it, even though Fractured West is no more. It has an ineffable sadness.
(Published in Fractured West, Issue 1, 2010. You can read it here.)