Prose Fiction

Bar sketch

two fellas, one shorter, looks worriedly over shoulder, kept dry under union jack umbrella held by taller mate. Step tip …

1st draft extract #1

I unloaded our little camping stove, which was dented and covered in spatterings of dried tomato sauce and dust, and banged …

Old Dog Love

Excuse me, would you accept this? The card is attached to a thick brown arm cut with a heavy silver …

As Is

I fumble for the USB jack, and for the keys. Everything is washed in cool light. Immediately my mug is …

Fat and Thin Sketch

‘116 one flat white?’ industrious worker bee must be fifteen tops, this kid’s going places, I think to myself, slurping …

Portrait of a Teepee

mmn Maccas? 8.41 Sunday morning, Southern Australia. Inside it is hot and dark. The sun here is like an aggressive …

Cowboy

He stood in the middle of the street. The street was wide enough for five or six horses, the dirt …

Day Off

-Did you get up to anything on your day off? My boss asks, eyebrows slightly raised eyes slightly glazed, not …

Bystander

He walked past a lot of windows. This one made him stop, for a moment, and stare thoughtfully at his …

Consider

I sit in the same room with rabbit hay strewn round – ale in hand. Shit – many years, n …

Void [extract]

She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …

Job Seeker’s Trousers

I got nothing to get up for in the morning, so I get up in the afternoon boom bow, there’s …

Diary of a Biscuit Kid

Dear Diary, I’m a biscuit kid. My mum smokes and constantly cooks roast dinners with poor quality meat. She has …

Some Sad Sunday Sounds

Searching for a way out (of what?) – away from screens screams and LED lights that lit blue faces and …

A year gone [Cormac]

I sat upon a steel fence stained with algae and mottled with pockets of rust. Next to me was Jones. …

A Snapshot

I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe the cheek- I know. I know. I know. Sarah, you won’t believe …

Captain 5

Some said he reigned from somewhere in the South Pacific, though none knew definitely, as he never spoke. His only …

Wharf Meat

High tide lapped six inches shy of the short pier that often docked boats (fishermen’s barnacled boats bringing mussels and …

Hill

I indicated left, and pulled over. The van came to a rumbling halt on the gravel side-road. When I killed …