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fiction June 19, 2021

Affect training

It was called “affect training”. Susie purchased the course for her as a gift; a course Susie had completed herself, and had found beneficial. In the brochure Monica had been given were photographs of people with different expressions on their faces...

fiction June 12, 2021

Old Orphan Creek

Up here, the cold permeates. It presses against you and breathes itself back in. You like the way it stings your fingers, how every inch of your body is forced to feel. Arterial, the roads pulse you along, each town you pass fleeting and...

fiction June 5, 2021

Living memory

For a time we moved into the [_____] memorial. Many had died, but we were not among them. Some among us had come closer than we would like to remember, but to not remember seemed a small destruction. There were no names inscribed on the [_____]...

fiction May 29, 2021

Trains and boats and planes

for Gillian who wants to die. Two gentlemen decided on a locomotive journey to Adelaide. With their mates. Thirty of them. Let’s be honest, it was a football trip. Within five minutes of leaving Spencer Street they’d begun stealing nips of alcohol...

fiction May 22, 2021

An internal sea

We had been dating for five months – going out for five months, as we innocently say in Australia – when I suggested that we take a holiday together. Holidays with men I knew intimately had never gone well. We were never right for each other and so...

fiction May 15, 2021

Boy with no face

In the room was someone far. Not speaking. Leaning down. Blanket in my mouth. Staring. All my hot tears. All my cold tears falling down. She knew and said my name. The blanket was hot in my mouth. Wishing wishing wishing the name I would hear...

fiction April 24, 2021

Two stories

Good luck A delivery van has dropped some of its cargo, and hunks of a carcass are strewn down the street. It must be beef, I think. Or lamb? The smell is so pungent – well, I don’t know, I’ve been a vegetarian for 15 years. Beef, I decide. Each...

fiction April 17, 2021

Hard rubbish

We were grateful for a place to stay, and the house-sitting duties were few and easy (water the plants, feed the fish). The house belonged to a friend of my partner’s younger sister, May, so we regarded it as older siblings might, giving certain...

fiction April 3, 2021

All that matters

It’s so exciting you’re here to stay. I remember when I was the new one. A lifetime ago. You’re going to love it here. Our friend is so amazing. All friends are… Well, almost all. But ours is the best. When I was new there was an old one already...

fiction March 20, 2021

Two stories

The bad dog She was a bad dog. She couldn’t be told. She ate nothing but touched everything with her mouth, her snout – chewing, sniffing, licking, breathing. She had no respect for objects of value or concepts of hygiene or punctuality or personal...

fiction March 13, 2021

How to wait

My father walked a lot. He had learnt to drive but after a minor accident decided it wasn’t for him, and instead chose to walk everywhere in this pedestrian-unfriendly city. “Getting a lift” from him meant going on an accompanied walk. When I was a...