Tsundoku Confessions

I was recently laughed at when entering a Zonta book sale because I dragged an empty suitcase behind me and left it under a table while two elderly ladies monitored …

Seeing Daylight

He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair – old, …

TLG on Radio National

If you missed the radio produced version of ‘Jean’ featured in ABC’s Radio National 360documentaries Pocketdocs competition on Earshot, you can listen to it here online!

Jean

He waddles through the front door bearing a rustic suitcase and treasure shaped box, most likely holding all of his life’s possessions. Mauritius, he says to me. I go Mauritius. …

A Love Story

Too impatient for the lift, he takes the stairs, the tail of his coat nips his heals as he swings his body around each corner railing between floors. In his …

Jack

I met Jack, a while back, down at the tavern. He seemed busy looking for something in his schooner glass. All I could see was sediment. Jack, what’s it like? …

Stir The Paint

Stir the paint. Wet, thick paint. Black bristles stick to the wall. Though the brush is balding, the wood looks perfect. Lacquer the walls with smells if folly! (While you still …

Purple Haze

The baby is purple. How can it be purple? I’ve never slept with a purple person before. It’s not that I’m racist, I’m not racist. I would sleep with a …

A Cottage On The Farm

A short story with a twist – also published in Short and Twisted 2014 by Celapene Press A cottage on the farm A wheelbarrow cradling herbs. Footsteps all sizes pressing …

FLY

Nightclubs aren’t his scene but he’s in the middle of the dance-floor tossing his hips from side to side, staring into a single disco ball. Short skirts flirt around him, …

Something Fishy

I saw him come in. She was snorin’. Left the telly on. He got that paper there with them numbers and when the balls come up on the telly he …

White Lines

He extends a hand as she boards the ambulance. Bandaged hands hover above her knees like day-old helium balloons. He shifts to fifth along the only road in and out …