The breath

The sea was green that day with flecks of foam upon its breath. Inhaling, peaks of translucent aqua formed, as if invisible lungs had filled beneath the waves. On the exhale the glassy waters flattened, spreading the white flecks soRead more…

Fiction | All Yours

Nadya had been writing letters to Morry for years using a pseudonym. She wrote him in the dead of the night, when he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful, untroubled. Unassuming prick, she thought, as she watched him sleep. LikeRead more…

Cold light

The neon sign flashed every morning. “YOU ARE DOING LORD’S WORK”. The last four letters of the sign flickered intermittently. That morning had been worse than others. A big freeze had come over Melbourne which was in the middle ofRead more…