By Paul Bucci. She recognized him immediately he got onto the train. She hadn’t seen him for nearly forty years, but he was unmistakable. Unmistakable. A funny word to use for someone who’d been the biggest mistake she’d made in … Continued
By Paul Bucci. Dave’s bored. And a bit stoned. He’s been a bit of both – or quite a lot of both – for the last year or so since his mum died. For the couple of years before that … Continued
By Geoffrey Gaskill. The early evening sun streamed into the room. Outside, the jungle of a garden scratched up against the window as if trying to break in. This was Edith’s favourite room, the room in which she’d spent some … Continued
FIRST PRIZE Swimming with Sharks, by Jo Curtain I have moved from the family home I (we) lived in for thirty years to a new, different space in Caloundra. As you’d imagine, packing up a house where so much living … Continued
By Geoffrey Gaskill. The windmill man haunted Stanley. He didn’t know his name. He’d never seen him before. He never saw him after. But became more real than his father. The windmill man had fallen. It was kind of symbolic … Continued
By Geoffrey Gaskill. In the headlights I saw him. It wasn’t him so much that caught my eye, as the manner of his walking along that road. Night time it might have been but even a casual observer could not … Continued
By Geoffrey Gaskill. I’d never heard of Gentle Annie till my father talked of her. I thought he might have been referring to a distant relative, a cousin maybe who had died young but lived on in family memory. Gentle … Continued
