They say life is a series of imperfect facts with many things we can’t control. But the sequence of washing dishes is not one of them. Glassware first.
It’s eight in the morning. An escalator pulls me down from the street into the intestinal darkness. Streaks of lightning blue rush past my left shoulder, Photoshop motion-blur. Same in orange on the opposite wall, like this is an immersive internet advertisement. This tunnel is the cable. We are the particles. A unitary quantum […]
Money is tight in regional New South Wales. How do two competitive shires deal with paltry funding and generations of rivalry respond to the challenge? A comic and quintessentially Australian short story.
Lying on a white bed in a wooden room listening to the silence watching her read and there is an inkling of a rumble.
In the park on the terrace, at the southern border of the city, there’s a stream and a footbridge and a mother duck with her seven, eight, no nine little ducklings, brown and fuzzy, nascent and cranky old men in new waddling feet.
A seven-year-old, abandoned by her mother at a carnival, rides a swing and witnesses a catastrophe below. Psychological suspense with supernatural elements.
The chair’s bamboo legs slide across the thin carpet. Henry pushes his thick, rose-tinted spectacles up his nose and lays a hand across his groaning abdomen. A slim, dark-haired waiter emerges through the Staff Only door and begins collecting Henry’s plates. A silver badge embossed with black letters spelling TIMOTHY hangs above the pocket of […]