Fiction

 

The Commemorative Medal

The Commemorative Medal

S.J. Finn
The chocolates were expensive and they didn’t have the hard centres Adriene’s father had asked her to buy her mother for her birthday, but she said, ‘Do you think her teeth will hold up to the hard centres?’ as if ...
Eleuterio Cabrera’s Beautiful Game

Eleuterio Cabrera’s Beautiful Game

Jordan Prosser
Eleuterio Cabrera was in his seventies when he discovered the Anomaly. He wasn’t a scientist. He was a football fan. Born in the Puerto Madero barrio of Buenos Aires to Maria, a seamstress, and Fidelio, a longshoreman, Eleuterio led a nondescript ...
A Little, Late

A Little, Late

Alex Sawyer
'I think it matters that we did some­thing,’ Katherine said, not looking at me but at the camp stove, the lid rattling as the water started to boil. ‘Doesn’t it? We did what we could.’ We sat side by side, ...
Beam of Light

Beam of Light

John Kinsella
Under the overhangs of The Hills’ forests and blue metal quarries, where the couple had moved with their new baby to start over, the red-brick house with its Spanish arches held them uneasy, restless. He was being treated for his ...
We had her on top of us all the time

We had her on top of us all the time

Pip Smith
It might have been a week after the last election, I can’t quite be sure, when a huge rust-streaked ship drifted into the island’s waters. The shire sent a boat out in case the ship’s crew were in distress, but ...
Soroche

Soroche

Jane O'Sullivan
We were up around five thousand metres when I started to vomit. Not the kind I was good at. The violent kind. The kind that left me hanging over the bowl, all strings of bitter yellow. That’s how you found me ...
Sleepers

Sleepers

James Bradley
Leah was in one of the tents in the eastern section when she noticed the clinic nurse, Pranshi, outside. Trying not to lose the thread of what the woman in front of her was saying she caught Pranshi’s eye and ...
Skin and Scale

Skin and Scale

Michelle See-Tho
It  starts on my back, next to my bra strap. It’s red and itchy first, a rash. It feels strange to touch, numb, like it’s not my skin. I call Mum. Is it happening? I ask. Mm, maybe, she says ...
The Visible Heart

The Visible Heart

Karen Wyld
He heard the muffled giggles before he came across the huddle of boys. Emerging from the side door of the bluestone building, Father Benilde Reeson frowned as he strode towards the wayward students. His footsteps were distinctive because of the thick ...
Zu, or Part Thereof

Zu, or Part Thereof

Ouyang Yu
On this Greek island of white walls and sky-blue houses, they lay in bed, facing the sea through a window large enough to contain the sea from end to end. ‘Do you still remember the saying?’ said she. ‘What saying?’ said ...
The Cameleer

The Cameleer

Christopher Raja
Khidr stepped out onto the deck, tied his camels to ropes with harnesses and ensured they were well restrained to avoid injury. He soothed them with grain, as sahibs on the bridge relinquished control to the port authority. A pageant ...
The Funeral

The Funeral

Jennifer Mills
He kept boots dry all day, but in the late afternoon, still an hour and a half from the small ship and its pop-up campsite, one of Morrow’s feet slipped sideways in the mud and sank on its edge, just ...
The Man Who Loved The Persimmon Tree

The Man Who Loved The Persimmon Tree

Arnold Zable
I first saw him in the port of Chongqing, in a navy-blue overcoat, hurrying on the wharf towards the Yangtze River ferry. He held a valise in one hand and clutched a book to his chest with the other. I ...
The White Waratah

The White Waratah

Carol Lefevre
They had been driving in silence for almost an hour, the muted gold of stubble fields in the car windows cut by sudden slashes of green. Wellington was far behind, yet Stella still had the urge to plead with Alex ...
A Quiet World

A Quiet World

Anneliz Erese
I begin this story the same way I always do: ‘There is a restlessness in me that I could not extinguish.’ And then one of my mates, eyes misty with smoke, would say, as always, ‘You’re fucked.’ Or, sometimes, when ...