THIS IS THE kind of place people leave.
This town, Tamby East, sits a few kilometres off the North-West Highway....
EASTWOOD HAD NEVER liked storms. Not the Brisbane ones anyway, which didn’t so much pour as drop.
He hadn’t liked...
THE PASTURE IS dry. Dust on her boots, burrs in her socks, sweat under her breasts, neck, pits, crotch....
HUNTER DAY PARKED the police car on the side of the road under a 200-year-old ironbark. He left the...
ONE OF THE nice things about having a baby was how the old Italian lady next door changed.
‘It’s weird,’...
MEG’S BROTHERS WERE lucky. They joined the army when they turned eighteen: first Liam, then Stuart. When reveille sounded,...
As a teenager, during the day, with my mates, we’d talk about their stats – career goals, disposals, who was the most accurate goal kicker, who was the fastest player, who could lay the hardest tackles. And at night, I’d stare up at those posters from my bed, the moonlight making the footy players’ strong arms glisten. Bare, bulging biceps. Broad, powerful pectorals almost bursting through their yellow and blue guernseys. I wanted them, and I wanted to be them, all at the same time.
THE SHRIEK OF the troop train woke Eddie as they pulled abruptly to a stop.
‘Where are we?’ he said,...
Shanghai, 2011
BILLY LOOKED AROUND the carriage and surprised himself with the realisation that despite feeling nothing, he was actually...
THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN Ingrid Murphy and Katie Brute-Jones were easily measured: five inches, thirty-three pounds and 7,700 miles. Where...
QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS AND more questions. Twenty-seven pages of questions for the applicant and seventeen for the sponsor.
Is the relationship...
OUR FOOTSTEPS ECHO as we climb the stairs. My grandma holds my hand.
Shhhhh – be quiet! My grandpa is sleeping.
The...