‘Formica’ by Matthew Stewart

  Formica An ochre dusk through the window, stewed apples sighing from the hob and slippers squeaking back and forth on the lino. Mum’s become Gran, Son now Dad, but a boy still plays at the same Formica table. This kitchen’s hub, its ersatz knots are giving off a perfect shine.   (published in The Rialto, Issue 70 and in Inventing Truth)     Matthew … Continue reading ‘Formica’ by Matthew Stewart