Flash fiction: Platonic
Macy started it one late Saturday night when they were all slightly inebriated. Slipping away with Fisher’s iPhone, she had him signed...
Flash fiction: The sermon
Dad may or may not have been in the wrong, but when mum thought he was, there was no avoiding the sermon. Mum had it all, booming...
Flash fiction: Truth
Aunty sits weaving. She pulls the thin white hairs from one end of the pandanus grass and peels them slowly, carefully into long strips....
