‘You have to go out with me,’ I told her, ‘because I can’t stop thinking about us.’ We’d stayed in the middle of the oval after PE, my friends watching from beside the eucalyptus trees. I reeked of grass fromRead more…
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: Epistles – A Power Family
Dear Mum, Another horrible date last night. I know I’ve talked about trying to be more receptive to different views and personalities but sometimes it’s not possible. She wasn’t funny. She was trying to be funny but she wasn’t. YouRead 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…
Fiction | Mrs Malhotra
My grandmother’s lips sometimes flow and mumble beyond her control. I watch her on the train, her eyes scanning outside the window restlessly. Her mouth moves, and I can hear the faint whisper – ‘sh-eh-ll’, ‘mac-o-don-alds’, ‘jo-li-mo-net’. The words areRead more…