Isla sits down at the table, watches the blade of Sam’s knife glitter beneath the spotlights. Curved and sharp, it slices through the translucent flesh of pale green shallots, the velvety skin of forest mushrooms, three creamy cloves of garlic. …
Stories published in 2022
The Dig Tree
13th February 1861: “If I turn my face to the east, I can taste the salt in the sea breeze. However, a murky swampland filled with twisted mangroves blocks our path to the ocean. Had Burke heeded my warning about…
Hyena Woman
My people have always hunted the banks of the Happy River. Since the Before Times we have pitched our tents between the deep rushes at the water’s edge. The tall yellow grasses hid the ones we hunted. We wore their…
