The building is old. It smells a little musty from every aspect, every corner. Dust settles on vertical windows and mould creeps into not-quite-right-angled corners. It creaks and sighs. The building is split into flats. Doors face forwards and sideways and backwards. Letters are put in holes. Fragile connective strands hang, taut in the air.As the tenants’ lives intertwine, they fall apart.Read Karina Evans’ award-winning short story to find out more.
There used to be one – Roma Nova – now there are two. Mélisende’s world is a rather young, freshly