Rattle on Bones was the dusty, sneezy, packed to the rafters, second-hand, antique, junk shop in Three Corners. It was owned by Mr. Rattle, and the tiny grey door opened…

No one could keep up with the Joneses... They started Christmas promptly at midnight on the first of December with a blaze of lights, light show, music accompaniment, and each…

For sweet William. It was dark blue, cobalt, the colour was called something fancy but essentially it was blue... A deep stormy night sky blue that held the promise if…

You could hear the giggles all the way up the valley. They snuck under doors, around verandahs, they floated up the small ridges and through the canopied forest. They drifted…

The offender sat quietly in her cell. She wasn't a flight risk, the door, in deference to the lack of heating was open, however it didn't stop the severe disappointment…

The kids got the blame for the scorch mark on the desk. It sat near the edge, within their reach, if they were kneeling on the seat and playing on…

When the car slowly motored up the main street, all of Three Corners' held their breath. It was... Beautiful. Magnificent. A complete package of perfection; in symmetry, colour and trend.…

Council Clean-Up Day at Three Corners was a Street Shopper's delight; and Morrie, who lived on the outer rim of the town looked forward to it more than Christmas every…

He snuck over to the old shack by the river. Cleared the aluminium cans and chip wrappers from the fireplace grate and started to slowly burn the ream of paper…

At first he thought it was an apparition…. Then a late night hallucination, brought on by too much work, stress and lack of sleep… but after the third night he…