Roadkill
High in a eucalyptus tree, Jeanie was woolgathering. ‘Yo ho, yo ho, a koala’s life for me!’ she suddenly whooped, breaking out from her daydream and pulling a face at Gus, who peered nervously up at his cousin from the base of the tree. Little furrows appeared on his freckle-peppered forehead.
A reflection in glass
Fiction: “I mean, anyone who lives in monochrome might be so preoccupied, their mind curling with sepia-tone daydreams and heavy-lidded prayers.”
Salt
Fiction: “They had come at the wrong time of day, really. The sun seemed to be scorching the air around them. ‘Okay,’ she sighed, sitting up and beginning to stretch to her feet. ‘Let's go.’”
