The crack of wood splitting made me freeze on the stairway, my foot half raised, clinging to the banister. It was the sort of sound that seemed… Read more “Be Ready”

There’s blood on my shoes. Warm, brown blood drying with every second into a crusty sheen. It’s unattractive. Bloody shoe-prints trail the linoleum in pairs – one,… Read more “The Proposal”

Georgie missed the high note. It happens to the best of them, but he’s still mortified. Choking on a high C right in front of Mrs Jackson… Read more “Just You Wait”

It wasn’t until the ARTWomb arrived on her doorstep that Sprocket started to think she could pull it off. She had the theory memorised, she had the… Read more “100% Organic”

According to Centrelink records, my family doesn’t exist. According to the birth registry, my youngest brother doesn’t exist either. Philly was a home birth. Mum used to… Read more “One for the little boy who lives down the lane”