Cherrypicked stories

Alice left Sierra to move in the last of her belongings alone, heading off to the Sunshine Coast to visit Abby's rehab thing at noon.'

chance meeting with a former muse it was more than a year since I saw Oonagh there had been other muses but Oonagh was my non plus ultra - s till is...

Magic shimmers on the edge of periphery Tantalizing humans with its sparkle Teasing wishful thoughts Never to be granted Frolicking fairies Moonbeams...

teeter steel-toed foundations deep dug into crusted shores middle-class plastic drift pushes in layered like ageless skin cold hefty monoliths cloud...

They’ve herded us into halls of residence according to the alphabet, but it seems bizarre that one letter in a surname can determine who your friends...

“Passports,” said the man from behind a row of tables. We shuffled along. Farther back, by a wall, soldiers watched us going by, one by one. Their berets, khaki uniforms and Russian assault rifles clashed with our tie-die trousers, hats, bracelets and beads.

Part 4 of 4

I'd already eaten a big breakfast the day I entered the Coney Island hot dog eating contest. The house we were staying in had a good bakery down the...

We have bought the campervan the only thing left now is the running away. The last customer to ever use the post office before it closed down bought...