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fiction August 13, 2022

Thirteen seconds

The 13 seconds in which you break both your legs and reflect – but briefly – on the virtue of humility Are long. They are long . There are only 13 of them but they feel like – like minutes. Like a meaningful period of time. Not the time you’d...

fiction August 6, 2022

The crab

I came across a crab while surfing an empty beach break one afternoon. It was a real big one. “Howdy, partner,” he said as I waited for a wave. “G’day,” I said, in my friendliest voice. I didn’t want any trouble. “How’s it going?” he said, just...

fiction July 30, 2022

A perfect day for bream

African night crawlers are different from European night crawlers, see. They can tolerate extreme conditions, breed… Overnight, you should see, double in size. So, if you thread them onto the hook, like so, see… Fish’ll go for the wrigglers, make...

fiction July 23, 2022

Churn

The BMW X7 was idling in the No Stopping lane, kids bickering inside. Billie Eilish is so much better than Drake, Siena said. No fucking way, Angus replied. Watch your language, Eva said as she pulled out. A bus was turning into the narrow street...

fiction July 16, 2022

Foundling

The tree is an acacia, though the boy will never know it. He pulls himself through the winter evening, across the still river and into Bundey’s Paddock. Chasing a hornet, or a butterfly. Kicking a stick along the grass. It is the movement he notices...

fiction May 21, 2022

Mud

Brown shapes move across the screen, leaving dark streaks in the mud behind them. Salt glitters, and some darker crystal. The bodies move purposefully, now and then a flash of teeth that must be laughter. Happy workers, covered in the earth they...

fiction May 14, 2022

Completing the 1080 project

I have recently taken it upon myself to work my way through the internet in search of my ancestry. I call it my 1080 Project. As a wise old tech-savvy male elder of the family Rattus rattus , and with no chance of a pleasant natural death, I’m...

fiction May 7, 2022

Cold storage

We called him Santa – unimaginatively, on account of his white hair – but we might as easily have arranged those same five letters in a different order. He did not come down our chimney, but he did make his first impression via trespass – hearing a...

fiction April 30, 2022

Skiva

At 15 Sebastian didn’t see himself as a vandal, as the law did. He saw himself as a writer. The secret language of tags and symbols, the liminal space of tunnels and railways, the argot of street writers, the underground camaraderie of the graffiti...

fiction April 23, 2022

Big baby

At first Andrea thought there was a problem with her eyes. She went to the optometrist at lunch. He had her read off a chart and blew puffs of air on her corneas. “Tip-top,” he concluded. “You shouldn’t be having any trouble seeing the stage.” But...

fiction April 9, 2022

Side eye

Mr Bull, our new teacher, arrived in the third week of summer term. He wore formal shorts and high grey socks and we named him Bullybum. He’d lived in the desert for three years before he came to our school, and when I said I wanted to be the prime...