The Book Parade Prize
Over in the playground a white rabbit in a waistcoat is being chased by a barefoot girl kiwi. Everybody’s got a story to tell, Jim knows.
147 Days and Counting
I stand amongst gaunt bodies in a corral on Staten Island. The air smells of car exhaust and spandex.
Red Rock Creek
“What shall we do?’ said the boy trepidly. “Bury it,” said the farmer matter-of-factly.
The Porcelain Cat of Bordertown
“I leave Adelaide and drive four hours in a straight line. ” “Think of all the kangaroos you’ll see,” my wife replies.
Learning to Drink Tea
“Well, do you have any wise words for her?” she asks. “No. No, with books I was self-taught. Self-taught. ” He thinks for a moment. “Like a tortoise.
Bathing Mr Petricevic
From the first day he arrived at the Tranquil Moments Nursing Home, Mr Jeremy Petricevic was nothing but trouble.