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Fortnightly Fiction | What Happened at the Clarkes’
It wouldn’t have happened if Miranda had allowed me to book us into a hotel as I’d wanted. She was twenty-two and still unable to extricate herself from the shadow of her parents’ pious beliefs. In truth, Miranda had flouted those beliefs…
Fortnightly Fiction | Small
Rupert never liked his name. Nobody was called that on the black box with the moving pictures which lived in the corner of the room and was always on. His friends had names like Mags or Dave or Shaz. His mum, called Mary, said it was good…
Fortnightly Fiction | Intercity
I was travelling home for Christmas, dithering, and just made the last train. As usual, I had two choices. I could get off more or less halfway and spend the weekend with my exhaustively predictable father or go much further, a long way…
Fortnightly Fiction | What it Says in the Papers
It had never even occurred to Nathan that people his age read the newspapers.
“You’re how old – fourteen, fifteen?” Mr Andrews asked that day in class, hands on his hips. CSPE was the ultimate doss class anyway; no one cared about the…
Fortnightly Fiction | Jailbait
We’re all in this mess because Sharon called Mr Delaney a paedo. There she is, stretched out on a long wooden bench, the rest of us perched on the opposite pew like birds on a wire. Birds about to get electrocuted. Peter bites his nails –…
Fortnightly Fiction | That Place by the River
I was scooping the guts out of a lamb when I heard Swinger Dingavan was dead. Maureen shouted across at Steve-o and he knocked off the power hose, the wool and blood circling around him. She said Swinger was found in his Golf with a…
Fortnightly Fiction | The Great A
I can’t stand the Land Armers – everyone knows they are the worst. Me, I’m just a regular Street Warden. I do the job, sure, but not per their style.
This street person, I saw him right out on the pavement, begging in broad daylight. He…
Fortnightly Fiction | Night Swim
They leave the hotel ballroom soon after midnight, last out into the night except for the band. Two couples in their best clothes, elderly, exhausted but content, drunk with laughter; the men, James and Charlie, wearing tuxedos that have…