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
By Geoffrey Gaskill. She wasn’t the most striking person I’d ever seen. It proved you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. She was new to the class and when she walked in she had a certain swagger, a je-ne-sais-pas … Continued
By Adrian Brookes. A movement behind the trees. The morning was dead still. The mist had burned off, leaving the fiery orb to roast the earth at its leisure, and the bush, knowing the signs, had already slumped into another … Continued
By Claudia Collins. Henry VIII woke us every morning at the crack of dawn. He was a handsome rooster with feathers of reddish brown. My sister Polly had named him after the king she’d learnt about in history class. ‘A … Continued
I was washing my hands and about to move to the blow drier when a woman burst into the restroom. I stopped in my tracks and stared. She was dressed in cords and carried a large canvas type bag. She had a hat covered in flowers with a tiny American flag stuck in the band.
By Claudia Collins Nurse June Carson wheeled her patient out onto the backyard veranda of his Daylesford home, taking care to set the brake on the chair. The house, built high on the hill, had commanding views over the township, … Continued
