HONORABLE MENTION: Foundling Review's 50-word fiction contest, Pachaas.



You taught me how to swim, how to undo a bra. We grew tomatoes together. The dirt is still
under your fingernails but now you’re just lying there. In a hospital ward, smelling of carnations
and disinfectant, angels stormed in with bleating trumpets and holy tambourines and carried you

At seventeen  Martin Cathcart Froden moved to Canada, then Israel, then Argentina and then a village on the Swedish-Finnish border, before spending a few years in London and Stockholm. Alongside his writing he has studied languages, linguistics and copywriting and spent time as editor of a Stockholm-based arts magazine. Martin is currently in talks with agents and publishers regarding his debut novel, and he was recently longlisted for the Bristol Short Story Prize. He lives in Glasgow with his wife and 3-year-old son, where he also plays drums and sings in a band called Tall Tales.




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