She should have done something with the cream. Beaten in a touch of sherry, swirled through mashed up blueberries. There were passionfruit and eggs. She could have whipped the whites, folded in the thick cream, made custard with the yolks and a generous knob of butter to make passionfruit flummery, the recipe from the Commonsense…

Pablo smiled as guests wished him a happy birthday. The whole town was here, except the one person he wanted to see. “Señor Pablo.” The voice, deeper and more melodic than it had been in youth, made him turn. “Luis. It’s just Pablo. It’s always been just Pablo to you.” His heart thumped under his…

The woman and the teenage girl made eye contact for longer than was polite between strangers. The woman, a tourist, longed to spend more time in this place – wanted to entrench her memories forever. The girl wanted to flee from this place – dreamed of being a bird on a wire. On the harbour…

The eyes of the soldier lay wooden on his brand-new shoes. Shoes for the Bravery Awards ceremony. Black thick shiny good quality leather shoes. Both into a fancy box. And each into two layers of silver tissue paper. The way he puts the right shoe on still retains his martial demeanour. He takes the left…

Transcript: Inaugural Educator’s Conference on Behaviour Management Presenter: Dr William Earneston Good morning. I’m happy to see many familiar faces – I recognise almost everyone! I’m looking forward to fostering a collaborative environment to facilitate a robust discussion, empowering all educators to minimise student attention variants. What’s that, Maryanne? Oh, it means getting them to…

We should know better, you and I, scarred as we are, battered by a life of loves and losses. By the freakish acts of harm visited upon us by a parent, a child, a partner, a lover, or that nasty little piece of history discovered that lodges stolidly in the gut, leaving you gasping for…

The pink and lime-green teacups whirled around the platform, dizzy with squealing children. There were still several groups in the line ahead of Tony and Joseph. Tony ruffled Joseph’s hair, and said: “Not long now.” The boy stared at the ride, all the while shifting from one leg to the other. “Joseph, do you need…

An anaemic, abstract painting. The words trailed through it, almost cutting it in half: If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. And the shark mobile above her head, dangling from the ceiling, its mouth crammed with huge, sharp teeth. When he’d cranked back the chair the last time, she was…

– after the song ‘Wonderful’ by Geoffrey Williams He’s in the open window, dangling one leg above the street that’s still searing from the heat of the day. His apartment block is going to bake all night. Downstairs an argument about a spilt G&T. He’s thinking about his girlfriend who just flew out, how they…

I live in a ghost tower. Ten floors up, Number 5, that’s me. When I first moved in I tiptoed the corridors, put my ear to doors listening for signs of life. Television, a conversation, another human being – but there was zilch. I moved in expecting to make new acquaintances. Marketing for these apartment…

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