Fiction

 

The Bear on the Beach

The Bear on the Beach

Rose Allan
I keep seeing her setting out along the beach. The air is bright and light; a bit of wind lifting her fur but nothing to worry about. Her huge paws coming down squashing sand-crabs and pulverising the washed-up pumice. If ...
Wasta

Wasta

Mohammed Massoud Morsi
My last day in Lebanon was spent eating a French breakfast on the rooftop of my squalid Hamra-district rental. Backdropped was a picturesque and snow-capped Mount Lebanon: a symbol of the country’s historical heritage; thousands of years of wars carved ...
Meeting Points

Meeting Points

Jo Langdon
The sun on the other side of the glass was a bright, hot peach—luminous, white and pink through the grey. I was sure—in a concrete, immediate sense—that the world was ending. But the midwives drew a dark blind across the ...
Lament

Lament

Shannon Burns
Was not the world a vast prison, and women born slaves? Was I a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned? May I not witness your grief? Am I not your ...
No Cockatoos

No Cockatoos

Bri Lee
Albert had lived in the Potts Point apartment for 15 years before any real problems began. He’d bought the three-bedroom place for Maggie and himself a few years after he’d retired, when the grandkids stopped coming around to use the ...
Man comes home late, showers

Man comes home late, showers

Jocelyn Richardson
I thought it would be better to be jealous than to be unmoved by the fact he came home late and showered before getting into bed. Late as in four in the morning, well into my sleep of self-care, drifted ...
Passage

Passage

Bella Li
The morning before they were due to leave, Myra sat down suddenly at the kitchen table and said, Sol, I don’t feel so good. Her face looked like half of it had been frozen. In the hospital, he held her ...
The Weathermen

The Weathermen

Briohny Doyle
It’s morning and I’m in bed with the covers pulled high, waiting for the weathermen. There’s no set time but they always come. I lie and listen for the sound of paper scratching up dust ...
The Ninch

The Ninch

Rose Michael
She is standing sentinel when I round the corner. A still figure in the early morning, dark parka pulled close. A girl-shape on the edge of the reef, cast in relief by the ...
Kernel Panic

Kernel Panic

Melanie Cheng
She is woken before her alarm by an overzealous thump of her heart. Sweat pools—in the divot above her sternum, in her bellybutton, in the depression between her breasts. It’s still dark ...
The Pumpkin Shoots

The Pumpkin Shoots

Dawn Nguyen
Yen snapped the pumpkin-leaf stem in half. There was a dull pop as the air inside the hollow stem was momentarily pressed and released, much to her satisfaction. The snapped edges were clean, which meant she had done a thorough ...
The Secret Garden

The Secret Garden

Julie Koh
This bloody orphan, standing at the foot of my bed. Small, pallid, yellow-haired and sour-faced. ‘I’ve stolen a garden,’ she says. Every night this kid wakes me up. She says the same thing each time, in exactly the same way ...
Tempting the Pest

Tempting the Pest

Ben Walter, Ben Walter
‘Push!’ I yell even though it’s just me heaving the long claw of crowbar down into the sand and wedging up the fence from below. The mesh winces, creaks. ‘Push!’ I shout like a midwife birthing new life; here in ...
The Immortality Project

The Immortality Project

Tara Moss
Man is to raise him from the dead with his cognition, which is of divine nature. —Rudolf Steiner, Christianity as Mystical Fact and the Mysteries of Antiquity Professor Wiseman spoke into the implant in his wrist where it bugled slightly ...
We were only ever visiting to begin with

We were only ever visiting to begin with

Kasumi Borczyk
They say it happened so slowly that nobody even registered a shift in pitch. But such is the nature of change: each moment bleeds into the next like an infinite skein of black silk. It’s no wonder that the human ...