Issue 7

The Anagram Man

Greta whips the bread bin from the bench. She upturns it, places it over my hands on the keyboard. ‘Now you can’t cheat,’ she says.

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Issue 7

Not about Fish but Rather the Water They Swim In

Just a girl in an unjust world, Lottie thought, as she sat down on the sofa beside Pamela who was painting her toenails a rather odd shade of pink.

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Issue 7

Arts Advocate

‘Write a brief statement on why you want to be an Arts Advocate for people with disabilities’, Course Application Form My guide dog Stacey loves going to the Art Gallery.

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Issue 7

The Drips

We’d all been making the most of our summer holiday when Nixie started yelling that the Whitfords had arrived next door.

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Issue 7

Transformation

Happiness and wellbeing are all the go here at work. On Friday mornings Maureen and I attend a meditation class.

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Issue 7

To The Girl inside the Mount Victoria Tunnel, Wellington, New Zealand, 1931

You were the girl wearing the dress embroidered with honeybees and pōhutukawa blooms, those blood-red flowers whose stamens smash open upon the trees in time for Christmas.

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Issue 7

Mr Tanaka Says Goodbye

The day Mr Tanaka decided to say goodbye to the world it was a crisp spring morning and the cherry trees lining the Kamo River had yet to bloom.

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Issue 7

pauls motorcycles

When I graduated from college my parents were so thrilled they got me one of them trucks with blueteeth. My brother paul went to college but for arts.

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Issue 7

Te Whaea

Vera sat at the table. Her body as rigid as the table itself. Please stop crying. Please. Go to sleep. Breathing deeply, she tried to relax.

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Issue 7

How It Ends

She knows how it ends because she is doing the ending now.

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Issue 7

Candy

Shoppers clotted around the window as if this was a piece of live theatre. Victor played up to it.

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Issue 7

Sangeeta

It was 5am when she rolled off the charpoy and sat up bleary-eyed.

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Issue 7

Playing Dead

It is one of those warm still days the city’s residents regard as a miracle, when the warmth and the stillness seem to enter people’s souls, inspiring them to talk…

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Issue 7

The Gatherers

It was falling off the swing that did it, said the doctors. It was falling on her head from such a great height.

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Issue 7

Aunt Feather

My mother’s eldest sister was my favourite aunt. “Who’s your favourite aunt?” “You are, Kaite. ” “No, Feather, remember. ” “You are, Feather. ” “Aunt Feather.

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