The Wandering Wonderer

Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …

It’s Just That

The uni trimester ended while leaves still clung to the trees. Betsie found herself missing the crunching sound of the fallen leaves as she travelled home, the audible sound of …

The Vase

I fog the window with my breath, smudge it with my hand when I see her coming down the path. She’s all but six foot and her hair is as …

The Affair

He unwrapped the sheet from her ankle and she eased from the side of the bed and leaned over the pearl white dresser. He could now see her body with …

10 Word Story

Hi Literary Gangsters. Oh, what’s been on my mind? Oh just letting loose on language, that’s all really. But sometimes it’s fun to keep things tight. I saw a prompt …

My Daughter Maggie

Maggie enjoyed dressing in blue denim overalls when she was small, they were just like mine. She liked to visit me in the shed while I worked on an engine …

Dog On A Mountain

Jawa was born in Armidale NSW, taken on as a pup in my uni days. Since then has lived in the NSW country town of Culcairn, at Red Rock Beach …

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 …

In Love And War

“Take not from the Past its ashes but its fire” – Anon. From ‘Hemingway In Love And War’, Henry S. Villard and James Nagel.

Misfire

A girl in red. On this corner. I’m talking to her. Well, she’s talking to me, fluttering in front of me. I guess it’s the suit. “What’s a gorgeous man …

The Night Before Christmas

Everyone goes to sleep early and without ten quarrels. I get to kick back and watch television, whatever channel I like. I flick through nine channels. I’m left snacks: eight …

Fallen Eyes

She doesn’t look at me in the same way anymore. I tell her everyday I still love her but she doesn’t hear me. She’s moved on. We used to take …

Fright Night

Guest post by Olaf I wake up and reach my arm across. I’m startled, scared unsure. My heart beats fast and I’m frightened.  Panicked. I’m sweating. I look around frantically …

Dear Mother (stop)

Dear Mother arrived in England seas calm am healthy and happy -(stop)- started new job at automotive company people friendly and gay boss very happy with me -(stop)- Aunty Jan …

Under Tom Ugly’s

Guest post by Fiona Lark We’d drive off from the ramp, run around the bay and he’d pick a spot to fish. We would climb over the back and swim …

My Bus, My Lust

Guest post by Olaf Every day I get on the bus to go to work and I see her sitting there. Such a spectre of beauty I dare not ruin …

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 …