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Like Clockwork
The clock strikes eleven times. The ghost of Jimmy Fowler parades down the mansion’s spiral stairs past the grandfather clock to the ballroom and seats himself at the piano. And …
It Will Be A Good Day
She’s late for school again. Her mum waves and drives off. She clutches her bag, enters the gate. It will be a good day. She has a nice lunch: a …
Steam Will Rise
I’m hungover. All I want is to go home and eat Mum’s leftover spaghetti. My sister warns me they had a fight again. I get home, slap a bowl of …
Hundreds And Thousands
It’s lunch time. I slap together a cheese and Vegemite sandwich. He selects two slices of bread from the loaf, places them on a plate. The loaf gently twists in …
Give It A Chip
Give it a chip. No. It’s hungry. Well so am I! Come on, chuck it one. Seagulls can’t eat chips. They eat them all the time. So? But that ones …
Zombie
There are limbs everywhere. And flies. The smell of decay, a foot, a head – hanging. I try to fit in with them, go undercover, move like them, speak their …
Down To Earth
A girl is sitting on the beach when a man approaches her: “You should take your socks off, feel the sand in your toes. That’s why Jesus wore sandals, could …
The Long Way Home
I pack a bag, just a small backpack. I fill a couple of water bottles, grab an apple and a mueslie bar before I call the dog and jump in …
Dedication To Inspiration
Wonderful, amazing writers, a collaboration I did not expect to move me so! How could I have lived almost three decades and only now be exposed to your words of …
Payback
I’m at a bus stop, fooling myself that the tin shed is sufficient protection from the heat. As I lift my bum from the metal bench to allow for a …
