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My stories


The Stone Fish

You walk up the path that curves to the right. You can go either route but this one is your favourite. Here you can breathe in the gorse that smells...

The Fraser Girls

Skin Colour Sour milk white, porridge like, plucked, mottled chicken breast, freckles, moles (some with hairs)pinkish, lobster red (on that visit to...


1. Getting married was their last hope. It wasn’t pink cheeked radiance and doe dew eyes like the flipped pages of a bridal magazine. The quiet...

A familiar through-line

From the outside we looked like a normal family. We lived in an area that local kids called Spam Valley and Corn-beef Canyon because they thought we...


Barnaby came over from Australia with my grandparents when I was around eight. I wondered if he understood me when I said hello as he didn’t say...