Richard Lea
- Envelopes (No. 47)
Amongst a dead man’s papers, a literary mystery unfolds [short story]
- ‘to dream again’ (No. 64)
'And the consultant says there's nothing for you to worry about' [short story]
- Crossings (No. 76)
‘She stared up at me like it was my fault, which of course it was’ [short story]
- … must be destroyed … (No. 93)
A holiday haunted by ancient and future wars [short story]