The Cost
She opens the article again, and scrolls down to the photo. That composition of wreckage, smoke, and flames. Missiles in flight, credited to Paula. She smiles, remembering when she used to swing around their dad’s old Nikon, taking pictures of cockies in the gumtrees. It lasts just a moment. Too far away now; her sister…
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…
Caravellum 