Short Fiction: The Old Fig Tree

Ron trundled up the hill. The long, lush grass swayed and rippled in the breeze, while the late afternoon sun draped its red glow on the giant fig tree. Down below, the village lay still and content. Ron sat down, wheezed and heaved up a large pearl of phlegm that landed on his shoe. He... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Vigilante

Through the dried spots of water and shaving cream on the bathroom mirror, an uninspiring reflection stared. Grey wisps clung feebly to a brow once adorned with flowing black locks, while the complexion and features, which years ago would have rivaled those of a Greek god, now bore more likeness to a Galapagos tortoise. How... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: A Sad Day in Parliament

A crowd of reporters swarmed the offices of Barney Whitsunday, who fifteen minutes earlier had resigned as a member of parliament. Barney looked through the shutters of his window (he had, when particularly stressed, the ability to see through solid objects). “Vultures,” he growled. “They all but ignore me through thirty-two years of service, now... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Last Meal

He slid into the diner booth and stretched his aching legs beneath the table. If the floor were cleaner he would have kicked off his shoes. Outside the window the world was grey: sky, rain and misty highway. It was peaceful. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, massaging the back of his neck. The... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Job Interview

“Mr Algiers?” “Yes, that’s me.” “Mr Conway will see you now. This way.” Mervin followed the young secretary down the hall toward the conference room. Large framed pictures of former CEOs hung at perfectly spaced intervals along the left side of the hall. Mervin glanced at one and saw his reflection in the glass. The... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Clem’s Harvest

Clem stood on the balcony and surveyed the cornfields: tall, ripe, peaceful green, as far as he could see. Twenty-two years he had worked his farm, and this looked like the crop that would finally make him some money. All he had to do was keep his pyromania in check. Wendy came out and stood... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: On the Farm

 Every December when I was young, my family would pack two suitcases into the old station wagon and make the four-hour drive west to spend Christmas with my grandparents. Grandad and Nana lived on a farm. It was small compared to the neighbouring properties, but still big enough for us kids to have some great... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Cold Valley

Frosted slopes, speckled with pines, gathered in gentle descent. Submerged beneath a sea of fog, the valley awoke from centuries of tranquil slumber. A fresh scar cut through the snow, deepening up to the crash site; scattered debris marked the unnatural intrusion. A shotgun blast roared then screamed away like a demon hound escaping the... Continue Reading →

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