‘It started the day we moved in,’ the woman says.
‘We wake at 3 or 4 in the morning to explosions and banging,’ the man says. ‘The bedroom is thick with smoke and flames are curling up the doorframe.’
A house afire
flash fiction
Self-doubt in the expanding universe
Close
[Reader Warning: Gently sacrilegious-themed silliness ahead]
The Angel Gabriel’s doing stand-up. Continue reading
Lament
Here’s where you’ll stand at the head and at the feet. Your cheeks will be wet, keep nothing in reserve. Continue reading
The Golden Comb
Frank’s backed up. Continue reading
Coalface
February 2017: It’s Question Time in Australia’s Parliament. It’s been a difficult week for the Government: dire polls, grim economics, scandals and policy flip-flops. They need a circuit-breaker. The Treasurer steps up to address the House, in his hand is a lump of coal. Continue reading
What I know about time (3) – haibun
I’m telling her the story. ‘There’s a scene in Inland Empire where Lorna Dern —’
‘It’s Laura,’ she says.
‘What?’
Kitty or what I know about time (2) – haibun
Here’s Kitty leaving —
Day’s gone, it’s already dark and the insufficient street lights are coming on. There’s no colour in the traffic and the pavement is crowded. Everyone is walking out of brightness into shadow, hundreds of figures moving in and out of the murk.
— and she’s gone like an arrow. Continue reading
What I know about time – haibun
[there’s a little bit of strong language in this one]
‘She’s here,’ Pete says. ‘Can you come?’ Continue reading
Chop
[This looks so much better on my site]
‘It’s tough,’ she said through a mouthful of gristle, munching extra loud to make a point.
