Introducing our wildly talented Flashers artist Ling McGregor.
There was this kid we went to school with called Donny. If you gave him five bucks, he’d set his hair on fire using a lighter and a can of Lynx Africa.
The fibro wall between our bedrooms was soundproofed enough to muffle her whimpers, but not his boots scuffing the tiles as he paced. I could hear him walk a few steps, pivot in the small room, then walk in the opposite direction.
The day we finally beat the Earth was a Friday.
The train lurched and slid through the night. Ben opened his eyes. Long silver tubes fitted with earplugs dropped from the ceiling and dangled, one above each passenger.
He bundled his boot cut jeans into a giant ziplock bag.‘It’s how you preserve them,’ he said to me, peering into the open freezer door.
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New short fiction from the exceptionally talented author of Rubik, Elizabeth Tan.
What happens when your already precarious situation is upended by #Centrelinkfail?
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I didn’t pick my moment well. We were standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at Harris Farm, in front of an over-spilling tray of truss tomatoes, shortly after incurring the ire of a short and beefy man in a four-wheel drive whose parking spot I’d inadvertently taken.
Before our parents started pulling their hair out over the apocalyptic ‘hook-up culture’ endorsed by apps like Grindr, tinder and OKc. Baby Boomers were still stuck in that fear-mongering stage of ‘everyone you meet online is a serial killer’.
Orla had been doing well in the session up until the point where the young Thai masseuse who called herself Rabbit asked her to sit up and cross her legs.