Category: Issue Seven Fiction
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Courthouse Steps
By Jenny Butler Snow is swirling, landing gently on the courthouse steps. Prosecutor for twenty years and I can’t go up the goddamn steps. I pace and light another cigarette. Policy is that those who wish to smoke may do so nine meters away from the building. With me it isn’t policy compliance but an…
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Waltzing Matilda
By Bethany George Michael sat in the second row of the church pews. His elbows leaning on the row in front, head bowed towards his chest. He could not face looking at the sad-eyed portrait of his departed friend, nestled in an assortment of bold Australian natives on top of the majestic walnut coffin. Michael…
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The end of the road.
By Wendy Wicks Barrelling along the unmade desert highway at 100 km/h, the station wagon is pursued by a plume of red dust. Red plain, dusty red saltbush, the occasional fading, abandoned cattle yard. Little else. The driver, weary from fighting to keep the car on the road, is focused on reaching Lake Cargelligo where…
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Maybe
By Abby Claridge There is a moment between waking up and being awake. A moment where you open your eyes and just physically see what’s right in front of you. It might be a pillow, a small set of drawers, a lamp, your phone… Then you blink a few times, the moment passes, and you…
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Defective
By Lauren O’Connell I think I am made to fluff up a decadent batter. Eggs, sugar, butter, grace my beaters and bowl, I can make it better than any other. No. I was designed to tick, tock, tick, tock until neither tick nor tock is necessary. I will stand tall in the hall of a…