The woman on the phone repeats my name and waits. My knickers hang by my ankles as the both of us listen to my strained breathing a moment longer. I press the...
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The date in my notebook says 11 March 1986. I would have been eight years old. There is a drawing of a bird that I must have copied from a book long since...
1st Place in the TSS Flash 400 competition (winter)
The gallery’s polished concrete floor gives off an acrid, almost rotten smell; a lecherous odour that force...
“Don’t miss it,” he called, rat-tatting on her bedroom door. Stella lay in bed, half-listening to the uniformed attendants puttering around outside her barred a...
I found him slumped in a chair on the store verandah, fingers shaking on the dregs of a smoke. I nodded like you would for a stranger. He raised his hand like h...
