Issue 12

Holes

As Jude watched the mourners huddle around the coffin, she wondered whether it would be better to fake sadness, blankness or pity.

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Issue 12

Animal Life

Sarah waited by the letterbox, at the end of the cobbled footpath under the tall green trees that filled the front yard and concealed the house from the street in…

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Issue 12

Basnig

I couldn’t tell which way the world was around. Stars flickered from all directions. The ocean held the image of the sky perfectly.

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Issue 12

Buttercups and Bullets

“Do you like butter?” The yellow petals flutter under my chin. “You do – you love it. You want to marry it,” Alice shrieks.

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Issue 12

Dirt

I bought an old house and I forgot to look at the piles and scratch my chin whilst gazing sceptically at the roof.

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Issue 12

Selling Yourself

Sabrina is trying to ignore the fact that Mr Bruce Curry has a partially open fly.

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Issue 12

Bliss

‘Hey lady!’ yelled the skateboarder. His body and his board flew in different directions, but he landed on his feet. ‘Jesus. Look before you cross the road.

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Issue 12

The Mississippi Pulls You Under

It was May, and the humidity lay like a wet dog on a porch, panting over the Mississippi River.

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Issue 12

Pieces

I knew I would have to let the jigsaw pieces go.

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Issue 12

My Real Name is Jill

Why ever did my parents call me Jill? I have sometimes wondered. They must have wanted me to be an accountant.

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Issue 12

Ancient Land

There are those who refer to the parched, golden ecosystems of our Central Otago drylands as “nothing there”.

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