And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 8)

After we passed through customs, Rory said he was peckish, so he and I stopped at a little airport coffee shop plastered with Italian flags and paintings of the Colosseum, called Caffè di Venezia. Rory ordered a ham and cheese croissant, Vegemite toast, bacon and eggs and an orange juice; I ordered a chocolate milkshake.... Continue Reading →

Why the Donkey Never Runs (Part 1)

Above the pine forest east of Butterberry Farm, puffs of cloud dappled the sky, each one a floating canvas for Dawn to cast her exquisite pinks and purples and oranges. In the south paddock the big round hill glistened with a hundred thousand shimmering pearls of dew, as two friends climbed up to view the... 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 →

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