Riot, Adele Sandercock

Sarah had spent much of the previous week in bed, rising only at night to make a piece of toast and smoke a cigarette. Cradling her phone in her hand, she would scroll through the news, bouncing between any online media outlets she could find. She had called in sick for each of the three […]

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The Wave that Breaks, Tanya Davies

The beach curves away from us, limber and inviting. But you don’t want to walk. If I was alone now, I would wander and remember the times of beaches. The people. Their scents slotted into the salt, the crushed shells and tea trees. ‘Let’s make a pattern,’ you say. ‘Then we can look at it […]

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Along Enemy Lines, Jacqueline Greig

The sullen heat woke Emile, pressing against him as he became aware of the birds squawking outside.  He sat up, pulled the heavy window shades back, and the morning light streamed into his room. Walking through swirling motes of dust, he felt the tiles, cool and reassuring against his feet as he padded down the […]

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Crazy Norm, Teresa Peni

  ‘Can I have a word?’ Olive asked Norm. ‘Sure,’ he said, shuffling outside. Norman stood six-foot tall between Olive and the café, blocking her from her own business. The sooner this was dealt with, the better, she thought. ‘Norman, you can’t come in and drink the water anymore.’ Olive smiled as she said this; […]

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The Errand, Ramona Kennedy

  ‘Have you been speaking to the police?’ Amina stood in the foyer of the station house, holding the phone a few centimetres from her ear to compensate for the shouting. Around her, uniformed police officers came and went. Others sat across from ashamed individuals, filling out wide charge sheets in carbon papered triplicate. To […]

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Ketchup, Evangeline Hester

‘Did you know that a fifth of the world’s ketchup comes from Xinjiang?’ ‘Mmph?’ Jonah’s mouth was full of hamburger. ‘Ketchup,’ Abigail repeated, ‘a fifth of it is from Xinjiang.’ Jonah swallowed. ‘Huh.’ He took another bite. When she was thirteen, in the second term of her new school in Australia, Abigail wrote a play […]

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Mornings with Doves, Judith Mendoza-White

When José María opened his eyes to the new morning, he knew this would not be an ordinary day. Apprehension tightened his eyelids as he snoozed the alarm, struggling to face the dim light of the early autumn sun and dismiss the irrational foreboding that kept him curled up under the blankets. The ominous feeling […]

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Fenced In, Mykayla Castle

The phone call shouldn’t be such a damn struggle. Your mobile sits on table, placid as anything, open to your contacts and waiting for a single tap. Earlier this morning, you climbed onto your kitchen counter to reach a glass on the top shelf. Right now, you aren’t sure you can bring yourself to raise […]

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