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 he’d brought with him. The air filled suddenly with the snap of a match and the sulphuric acrid after smell of phosphorus and glass. A[Read more]
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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 realised that what was happening outside was as real as the deadline he was pushing. As real as the domestic wrangling, as real as his[Read more]
The installation of a street library started a small war in Three Corners.Quite unintentionally.Declarations were made, lines drawn, friendships that had spent a lifetime in solidarity split asunder, and one marriage ended in divorce.A little cream box, with a blue metal roof that perched precariously on top of a stone garden pillar near the crossroads[Read more]
Sneaking past the blue bike in the laundry was the hardest. Everything was crammed in so tight it was hard to manoeuvre. Or so he thought. But squeezing in between the two cars in the garage was harder, trying to minimise space taken, not to touch either of the cars: A silver Falcon sedan on[Read more]
She is his dirty little secret. A voice, a memory, a yearning from the past. He loves his wife. Adores his children. Which was why his memory of her felt so wrong at the beginning. Something he would never share, something he couldn’t. Everyone else dismissed her out of mind years ago, when she’d gone. Forever. And because she[Read more]
The sounds of summer drifted languidly down the valley. A game of backyard cricket, shouts from children and encouragement from adults that eventually turned into shouts from adults and encouragement by children. Someone was mowing their lawn. A whipper snipper also in action. The faint waft of a BBQ starting up with a tinge of[Read more]
Times certainly had changed, he thought, looking out across the floor. The Bowling Club had undergone a rather posh revamp. The bowlers had a uniform now, the green was meticulously cared for. The rules were to be followed and gatherings had lost that casual come-and-go feel. Inside, the old kaleidoscope of vomit coloured carpet had[Read more]
When summer hits Three Corners, there’s no doubt about it. Time slows as the humidity rolls each year across the mountains and down into the valley. It’s not a lethargy that affects the villagers at this time, but rather than expend unnecessary energy wading through the thick damp air, people simply slowed. The cicadas were[Read more]
Her first appearance in Three Corners was less than elegant. Remarkable, memorable even, but far from elegant. In years to come it would be deemed farcical. The old barflies at the pub would quietly reminisce, whispering in hushed tones of the cacophony that the old Volkswagen Bug made as it spluttered and choked up the[Read more]
As she left she peered in, a little too close. ‘If I don’t remember you, just remind me. I think you’ve already lived an interesting life and I would very much like to hear how you have gone… So far’ She left at a hobble. Snatching the Bluetooth component of her hearing aid from the[Read more]