When The Bubbles Burst
Working on the concept of a potential children’s story. The innocence of the perspective character is stifled somewhat by its form of prose and delivery. I would like to rework this one into a picture book with simpler prose. Pleated fronds of palm grass itched against her shins. She smelled pomegranate and mulberry on the…
The Last Resort
A longlisted piece for a flash fiction competition set in a luxury resort with an overheard conversation. There. Just below the wrinkles of pink quartzite in the belt of rusted earth. A crack, circling where Alice Springs once was. It twisted on itself, pulling at the land about it like a great corkscrew. The fissure…
Mr Moriaty
He had tried to communicate with Ben a few times before, through whatever means he could. He had interfered with the Wi-Fi in morse code signals, whispered through the white noise crackle as Ben tuned his radio, and had even written symbols in the fog of the bathroom mirror. Of course, Ben had been oblivious…
Caravellum 