Category: Short Fiction
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Darth Vader Ruined My Grandmother’s Furniture (Final Draft)
I was a sleepwalker as a kid. A “somnambulant” as the doctors called it. Common enough, but mine was more enterprising than average. For the extent of the wandering, mostly. Waking up in this field or backyard, or that bushland; or in bed covered in pine nettles with a forked stick and a pinecone, or […]
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The Astronomer
Open your eyes. Her words always came back in moments like this. The voice always the same, from the same starry night that I’d sat on her knees looking skyward. “But they’re already open, Mum,” I remember saying back to her. “See, look!” I’d said, turning my head. She smiled and squeezed me tight, and […]
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Erinn
For my pregnant sister, who wanted a fairy tale. * “I’m right here.” He squeezed her hand and she closed her eyes. The sand came a warm powder between her toes. It was the ocean in front of her, big and empty, the same as it always was. Calm ocean and a breeze that was […]
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