PREE 15 is here!

PREE 15 is a bumper issue with twice, if not thrice, as many submissions as we usually recieve. This is probably due to the offer of monetary prizes for the three most outstanding entries. This issue was also open to writers from the global South and several authors from other countries submitted work. We will note those shortlisted as we upload their work and announce the winners on August 31st! Enjoy PREE 15 themed Precarity, Fragility, Vulnerability. We are excited by the quality of the submissions we received. As usual we will be adding to the issue each week until the full issue is up. Enjoy and let us have your feedback!

Primordial Soup

Amid the great inconvenience of it all, it was impossible to tell if this event was supposed to be a curse or tragedy or what. There was nothing to make head or tail of. All that remained was a shimmering expanse of organic compounds, the looming dread of Kingston city morning traffic and the fact that they were now running behind if they wanted to beat the long line to get inside.

Touching Ground

Joseline was standing before the sink, peeling green figs. No one could kalé fig like Joseline. She held the fig and sliced its green jacket, wedging her thumb into the slit and sliding it around until the skin detached from the starchy white crescent. Clean and flayed, she plopped it into a pan of water.

EYE

Since their days in Paris, Jack and Lola had settled for corporate roles that afforded them all the hallmarks of millennial success. The freehold in Zone Two that they’d upgrade when her inheritance came in; the luxury of planning for children without worrying about the cost of a nanny.

Continuity

A kind of arrogance to think you should be remembered in the first place. Most people who ever been on this planet lived and was folded back into the ground, and the world move right on without needing a name. You cant expect eternity. The future never owe us nothin.

Syncretism

For good measure, she saw an obeah man,
exposing her long untouched breasts,
she stood trembling on the bathroom floor,
stepped into some muddy waters
of the bathtub, strapped a thin slice of pork
to her vagina.

The Squirrel that go so

Look oh the squirrel just fall out a the tree and just lick the asphalt suh, twwaukk, like one big tree branch.
Weh yuh a go do? Carry the squirrel guh the vet, me nuh know, cause when yuh fall from way  on top a one tree and yuh go so twwaukk.

Bodysurfing

Joey popping up in Portland was kinda crazy. It was about three years ago that she met him at Trinidad carnival, her in her elaborate wings and he in his shirt from his friend’s brand. He was a fisherman by trade, and the dexterity of his fingers translated beyond tying line, she remembered that much.

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