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Broken Rules and Other Stories

Barry Lee Thompson

Thanks to everyone who’s supported Broken Rules and Other Stories this year. Whether you read the collection, for work or pleasure or both, or it’s on your to-read list, or if you simply visited this website, it represents a donation of time, one of our most precious resources, and I appreciate it. There’s more info on the book at the Transit Lounge website. While you’re there, why not browse through the other titles on their list, including those lined up for release in 2021. You can buy Broken Rules from Readings and many other bookstores in Australia. Most will post … Continue reading Broken Rules and Other Stories

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On BookBub

Barry Lee Thompson

My author profile has recently been listed on BookBub, and it’s viewable at the link below: Barry Lee Thompson Books – BookBub I don’t have much of a predilection for social media, but this is a platform dedicated to books. BookBub is a resource for readers to discover titles, and for authors and publishers to raise awareness of them. What’s not to love about that! It’s early days and I’m still discovering all that the site has to offer. I’ve one follower (thank you, Elwood Writers). I’ll have the opportunity to recommend or review some of my own favourite books, … Continue reading On BookBub

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Nets

Barry Lee Thompson

She puts on one of her favourites. She likes it very much, this song. So much that she listens to it every day. Every single morning, the same song, just to start things off. She sways at her window, in front of the nets. People go by, on the street, and they look towards the window because the music’s loud enough to hear as you pass, but they can’t see in. You can’t see in through nets. Not in the daytime, anyway. She knows this. Her mother told her. And she’s checked it for herself. She’s stood outside her own … Continue reading Nets

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Leaves

Barry Lee Thompson

Our afternoons were spent looking through the window onto a driveway covered in wet leaves. It seems now that this is all we did, every day, for the entire time we lived in that house. Surely there must have been more. I suppose we worked, one or both of us, for how else did we make money? And not every day could have had rain, and not every season has leaves on the ground. And yet, however hard I try, I can’t conjure an image other than the two of us at that window. We’re talking, sometimes, but mostly just … Continue reading Leaves