The Graveyard Shift – Flash Fiction

A life-size, paper mache Shrek donkey, on rollerskates, ridden by a bloke dressed as Xena: Warrior Princess – that’s the strangest thing I’ve seen on the side of the road…until now.  Actually, the donkey isn’t even in my top five of weird things I’ve seen during the graveyard shift at the Roadhouse.  The Roadhouse is a local icon situated a …

Full moon and palm trees

Creatures of the Night – Flash Fiction

‘The trick to telling a lie is to keep it believable. There has to be some truth in the lie. And don’t elaborate with too much detail.’ I want to please my dad but my mother told me it was wrong to lie. Dad must sense my hesitation because he crouches down and puts his hands on my shoulders. ‘Sometimes …

Mirror, Mirror – Flash Fiction

‘Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the biggest loser of them all?’ The answer is clearly the single, unemployed 47-year-old, disguised as a drowned rat, staring back at me in the public toilet mirror. Clumps of hair stick to my forehead. One of my false eyelashes is missing. And my Zimmermann silk-chiffon dress clings to me like wet toilet paper.  …

Two broken hearts

Made for Each Other – Flash Fiction

‘It’s over.’   It felt good saying it out loud and finally putting an end to the torture. At the same time I know it probably comes as a shock to you.   ‘Don’t get me wrong, we had a great run.’ It wasn’t a lie. We have shared so much together. We travelled the world. We had some serious adventures.   ‘Do …

The Frenemy – Flash Fiction

We all have one. You know, a frenemy. Mine was Natasha or Na-taaar-sha. The middle syllable is an elongated ‘ta’, as in ‘ta, ta, dahling,’ air kiss, air kiss. It’s not to be confused with the sound, ‘tash’, like ‘pash’, and you are to never call her just ‘Tash’. I called her that once in fourth grade and she ghosted …

Photo of a Santa decoration

On the List – Flash Fiction

‘You’re on it!’ ‘Are you sure?’ My voice trembles and sweat clings to my palms.  I don’t have the guts to check the list myself, not after last year’s disappointment. ‘It says it right here, “Rose Adamson”.’ My best friend, Jill, jabs at the computer screen with her shellac nails, decorated with tiny Christmas trees. I dare to take a …

bell on counter

It’s Just Common – Flash Fiction

‘Supervisor!’ The officious sounding voice rings out over the incessant dinging of the bell on the counter. I pop my head over the top of the cubicle, startled to find my shire council colleagues have vanished into thin air. ‘You there,’ the owner of the voice points at me. Other words follow at breakneck speed but they’re lost on me. …

sparse desert alien landscape night time

Never Again – Flash Fiction

“An adventure into the unknown,” my friends said, “it will be fun”. They lied. I’m not sure why I agreed to it. I had lived all of my 41 years in the safety zone, always colouring inside the lines and never straying too far from my creature comforts of home. The riskiest thing I’d ever done was order my jungle …

wine hearts and wine

You Had Me at… Flash Fiction

The following flash fiction story was shortlisted in the Australian Writers’ Centre’s Furious Fiction contest a little while ago. We were given half a dozen descriptive prompts to include, such as, ‘cold and greasy’. I hope you enjoy it. ‘Sweet and pungent,’ he says with authority before sloshing the wine around his mouth. In fervent concentration, his eyebrows dart around …

Orange Isn’t My Colour – Flash Fiction

Not many people can pull off the colour orange, except maybe Isla Fisher in those ING ads and an oompa loompa. I was neither of them but I’d left my Halloween costume to the last minute.   As I yank down the rising hem I curse whoever designed this bloated sack-dress masquerading as a pumpkin.   Tanya had insisted I attend her American cousin’s “legendary” Halloween party. I had reluctantly agreed to pop in after I finished the late shift at …