Fiction

It took 17 meetings approximating 26.5 hours for the clients to agree to the hole and then another 7 meetings approximating 11 hours for us to agree on its location. Another 5 meetings approximating 8.25 hours were needed to agree ...

It goes without saying I craved every flavour of his face: his salt ‘n’ pepper stubble, his ripe red lips, his toffee tan from his time in Addis Ababa. He always left me wanting. I had one and only prayer: ...

The farmer is searching for a lost calf. It will not be easy to find. This is limestone country backing onto scrub-covered dunes, the ocean beyond, a salty lake in the near distance. Here winter rains leak beneath the surface ...

The days Josh craves the surf are the worst. Georgie watches from the car as he makes his way down the wooden decking to the beach, winding slowly round each corner ...

Everyone dreams of making a maze, don’t they? And here we are making one! Incredible ...

In the beginning, Severine would escape at night to sleep under a canopy of animal bodies, only to emerge in the morning with milk drying on her lips and coils of wool stuck to her habit ...

It was me that found the place. Big Steve from down the road told my dad he’d give me twenty bucks to clear out his boat shed, haul a few boxes in and out of his car ...

Usually, they would be warned of the arrival, by means of an email sent to the college community (recipient list: student body, staff, lecturers, governing body, supernumerary fellows, emeritus fellows, et cetera, et cetera). But this time the vans rolled ...

I arrived in December, having arranged to stay a week—primarily to carry out soil tests which were crucial to the research paper I was writing at the time ...

If I had been a doctor, I would have lived my life as a poker and a prodder, the kind of person who remains awake in the world and observes the outcomes of things ...

The picture of a pelvis bone stuck to the wall of the doctor’s office was beautiful ...

‘Sorry to disturb you,’ the figure in black said ...

The following conversations can be read in full in the Fitzroy Historical Society’s publication In Their Own Words: Fifty Years of Famous Fitzroy Residents – 1970–2020.   Vincenzo (Vince) Lombardi: She fancied me when we first met. Denies it now, ...

The fantasy was the feeling of having accomplished something secret in a secret place ...

I can’t believe it. Look at that piece of luck—a hitchhiker. They’re as rare as hen’s teeth these days ...