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Freshly packed earth covers me like a weighted blanket. I’m tucked in tight, where you left me. Rope-like strands of River Red Gum roots reach down towards me like discarded bindings. My raw, red wrists have shed their outer layer. Smooth tree trunks stretch beyond the surface, seeking the light of the sun. There is…
I’m never home long before the thoughts come. I will have put away my things, grabbed a snack, and just settled into the couch ready to unwind after work when it’ll start. Did you lock the door? It’s not a rhetorical question. I know the answer. It’s yes. It’s always yes. It’s always yes because…
“I like your drink bottle, by the way”. His words hit me in the back of my head as I am leaving the room and instantly drop to the floor. A beat. I turn. “I’m sorry, what?” I say “Your drink bottle – I like it” This time the words go in but they change…
I’ve been watching the pearl coloured egg for twenty two minutes. I know because my watch tells me, constantly dinging with reminders to keep walking. 10,000 steps must be reached! My eyes are trained on a collection of fine cracks gathered on one side of the egg. Whether they formed when the egg fell onto…
“Open your books and write five things you are grateful for. If you do this every day, you will notice a change within yourself as you begin to notice the positives in your life.” Mrs Rosalind, their teacher, instructed the students in the cramped classroom to open their books; some books were brand new and…
Punching in her destination, Alyssa hits “start” on the sat-nav, then turns up the volume on her playlist. “Head north on Blossom Drive towards Adventure Avenue.” “Thanks, Beatrice. Don’t mind if I do.” She calls her sat-nav “Beatrice”. It means “bringer of joy.” It is a name full of hope. The Barina proudly displays P-plates…
Fred was a chauffeur. He never really wanted to be a chauffeur. He wanted to be a milkman. But when it became apparent, in his twenties, that he was lactose-intolerant, the perceived perks diminished rapidly. So, a chauffeur he became. He spends his days driving Miss Julie, as it were. More often, he is simply…
From Underneath I breathed out of my nose and watched the bubbles trail upwards through the depth of the water, silvery air pocket anomalies escaping the blue upwards. I was cold, but the water held me, smoothing back and forward against my milky-pale skin. Closing my eyes, I tried to feel the water around me,…
I have never been great at making decisions. Given a binary choice – this way, or that way – I will unfalteringly choose the path to self-destruction. Thus, here I am. See this chair? It’s just an ordinary chair. Nobody expects it to be anything more than a chair, or to perform the function of…
MY 1960’s WORLD (in relation to the disappearance of the Beaumont Children) I don’t remember … I know from my early diary entries and photographs viewed … I know through media of the time y (newspaper articles and radio broadcasts) … In 1960 we occupied a Nissen hut in the Glenelg Migrant Hostel established for…