Fiction

By Natalie Fraser. This country unfolds like a huge dusty brown blanket. Under cover of dusk the mangy paddocks undulate to the deep mood indigo sky. Jim and Alison sit in the car mesmerised by the sameness of ghostly gums. … Continued

By Natalie Fraser. Lily grips her walking frame tightly, her swollen knuckles turning white with the effort.  To get down the step is the first thing.  Then she must go up the path, unlatch the gate and turn on to … Continued

By Michael Cains. My parents knew there was something odd about me long before I worked it out. But then, they had two years while my brain came to terms with what it had been born with, and that I … Continued

By Michael Cains. Sometime after four he turned the large screen television off. His wife was curled up in her corner of the sofa, gently snoring. He had to repeatedly press the remote’s off button to make the depressing picture … Continued

By Michael Cains. Charles didn’t know if the cat hated the cleaning robot first, or the other way around. The battle seemed to gradually start, developing into a no-holds barred war lasting until the inevitable end. Joeline and he got … Continued