Jack Cameron Stanton is a writer and editor who enjoys dismantling the absolutes of fact and fiction. Right now he edits flash fiction for Seizure while completing a Masters degree in Creative Writing. He was shortlisted for the 2017 UTS Writers' Anthology Award. He has been published by Seizure and the UTS Writers' Anthology. He lives in Sydney.
A friend of mine has endometriosis, so severely that she often cannot work, sometimes cannot walk, cannot rely on having enough strength to do her laundry, cook her meals.
Dad bought my ticket and signed me up to housesit across America for three months. He said I’d been sad for too long. I needed to get out, to meet new people, to find someone new.
So then, I suppose that’s not really how it began at all - with your face at the airport, walking around the corner, taking slightly too long to recognise me, your expression stained with confusion.
The air is thickly salted. Waves crash around our knees. The rocks are slick, covered in baiting weed.
You enter. Your pupils yawn wide, pores dilate, and jaw slackens. You are parched for light in an ocean of darkness.
‘It’s hardest for the giraffes,’ Ash said.
There he is, disembarking the Ghan somewhere near Cook with his cameraperson. The crooked grin, the little peach glasses.