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…

Nothing for dinner

This piece was Highly Commended in the 2017 Feminartsy Fiction Prize. There was nothing for dinner again. Nicole moved from the pantry to the fridge and back, hoping something would magically appear. She turned over half an avocado wrapped inRead more…