Cover To Cover | Armistice Day Centenary — Elwood Writers

‘Chloe gazed back, took him in. His eyes, amber, liquid, and deep, were those of an artist. Despite the bravado of liquor, the earlier mirth with his friend, she saw that the boy was troubled, a soldier uncertain, unskilled in dissembling, and powerless to control the play of emotions across his face.’ This Friday at 8:00 PM (AEST), Vision Australia Radio is broadcasting a special edition of Cover To Cover to mark the centenary of the end of the First World War. The entire program features work from the Elwood Writers. Join us as Jennifer reads an extract from her … Continue reading Cover To Cover | Armistice Day Centenary — Elwood Writers

The Cat Mesmerist, from Roomers #63

“And the friend will ask what comes next now that the animal is held in place, is transfixed and bound by a strange spell. Kesh will say that the magic (and he’ll say this word shyly, because he still feels a little modest in this regard) only goes so far, only goes as far as has been shown, and that he has no idea of how to lift the animal from its trance.” The Cat Mesmerist is included in the latest Roomers magazine. Issue #63: What’s your superpower? is available to download here. Previous issues of Roomers can be downloaded … Continue reading The Cat Mesmerist, from Roomers #63

Chumi Falls Out | Tincture Journal, Issue Twenty

“He went out for a walk. There was a group of ducks on the river, near the wetlands. One of the ducks swam towards him. He told it to fuck off, and it moved away. He sat on the edge of the river with his legs drawn up, hugging his knees. It was a warm morning, so he took off his shoes and socks. His socks were slightly damp where his problems had seeped out through the soles of his feet. He dangled his feet in the water. The ducks swam away, far from the slick of worry on the … Continue reading Chumi Falls Out | Tincture Journal, Issue Twenty

extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

The night before I travelled home,  you asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. You watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that it was all booked, so I asked them if they were sure they had the correct address, and they read it back to me, but they got the name of the hotel wrong, and when I pulled the woman up on it, she said it used to … Continue reading extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

extract from Trophies, a short story

The night before I travelled home,  Sioux asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. He watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that it was all booked, so I asked them if they were sure they had the address correct, and they read it back to me, but they got the name of the hotel wrong, and when I pulled the woman up on it, she said it … Continue reading extract from Trophies, a short story