FictionSelected for Best Australian Stories 2006ON MARCH 11, 2004, Fresneda walked down the street outside El Pozo station in Madrid. It was a beautiful spring day and Fresneda was feeling good. He had come to Madrid on holidays to...

MemoirI AM SITTING on the white wooden-frame and wire fence that runs along one side of our house and separates us from our neighbours – the Bonds. I am ten. It is a hot day and the sun is...

FictionSelected for Best Australian Stories 2007IN THE MORNING we woke and it was like all the mornings we'd imagined. The sun brushed the edges of the heavy, dark drapes of your bedroom and the air held us softly on...