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Will Martin

MY OAR STABS the side of the Reliance. We push off and pull away from the ship. Venus is out, but the sky still has some light. Mr Bass and I boat the oars and hoist sail. The Lieutenant takes the helm. Tom Thumb’s sail snaps at the breeze and air-filled we bounce across the water.‘To dare is to do!’ Mr Bass shouts our motto.‘To dare is to do!’ The Lieutenant and I reply as if we are one.Seawater sprays across the gunwale. It is Thursday, the twenty-fourth of March, the year 1796. This is the day that we embark on our second Tom Thumb sail.

The flight

THE PLANE IS moving backwards. Slowly. You have to stare at the ground to confirm it. Yes, the luggage...

Quarry

Now from the dark, a deeper dark…Elizabeth Coatsworth, ‘Calling in the Cat’  LUKE CROSSES HIS arms against the bluster and...

This is not the end

IN A RECENT article in The New Yorker, ‘The Dead Are Real’, Larissa MacFarquhar described historical fiction as ‘a...

A market for a nation

AUSTRALIA WAS A nation established behind walls. The outward barriers of racially restrictive immigration, Commonwealth defence, and the desire...

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