File under: things I wish were fiction. My first boyfriend had bright blue eyes and curly brown hair and we would go to Macquarie Centre after school and hang out and we’d hold hands and sometimes we’d make out and he was a good kisser. He went to the boys school a few suburbs over from …
Good Neighbours
There’s a massage table in the backyard, next door. It’s white and narrow and the headrest is folded up so when I walk past and catch a glimpse of it through the window it looks like a hospital bed, right there in the middle of the grass, ready for a patient. Scattered around it sit …
Egg
This is the story I read at the NYWF15 event 'Newcastle Stories'. We were taken on a tour of Newcastle Museum and given the task of selecting an item from the museum's collection to use as the basis for a piece of writing. This is fiction and any historical (or ornithological) accuracy is a happy accident. The …
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