Story: All Over the Place

photo by Constantin Jurcut


At first, I barely notice the beige lump that’s heading my way, and then I realise… it’s me, reflected in the mirrored cladding of an office block. I admit I’ve never been willowy, but the woman walking towards me is positively squat. It’s the type of glass they use, I tell myself, wishing it was true. Geoffrey says I’m cuddly, making me sound softly rounded and desirable, but that’s not what comes to my mind right now. I look square and solid. A word my grandmother would use jumps into my head. Stout. 





by Linda McVeigh

winner of the 2010 Asham Short Story Award


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With thanks to Asham for allowing us to republish this story.

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3 thoughts on “Story: All Over the Place

  1. wow! wonderful job. i can see why it won. From the title down to the last word, the author,s intent is clear.

    excuse my strange punctuation. new phone. need i say more?


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