RUINS • Fiona Murray
A long time ago there was a small town in a picturesque valley where they kept finding more and more coal. It started growing in the mid 1800s and people from all around the region moved there to work in… Continue Reading
Fiona Murray
SPIRIT ANIMAL • by Fiona Murray
When I moved to the quaint town it was cicada hatching season. The noisy insects wouldn’t shut up with their high-pitched squeal that buzzed on some hellish frequency day and night. I started going insane and spent my days pacing… Continue Reading
BIOLUMINESCENCE • by Fiona Murray
By the end of the road trip we were all exhausted and none of us wanted to be there. There was only one night left before our long drive home. My son was ten and refused to do anything other… Continue Reading
LIFT • by Fiona Murray
When he didn’t get the promotion life became monotonous. He worked in ‘accounts receivable’, in a logistics company, on the top floor of a tall building. He was allowed one personal photo on the pin board at his workstation, so… Continue Reading
IRREPLACEABLE • Fiona Murray
After our boss quit the senior executives replaced him with a coffee machine. They said that the consultant had delivered his report and that the replacement was appropriate and cost effective. Each morning we gathered around the shiny appliance and… Continue Reading
TOAD • Fiona Murray
Sometimes the toads would just sit out on the lawn, a choreographed semi-circle of horror, reverberating their low growly groan around our blonde weatherboard house in a way that tickled my spine. If I had enough courage I’d shine our… Continue Reading
CAVEMAN • Fiona Murray
I met the caveman back at a time when I used to go wandering a lot more than I can now. I was doing hikes up and down the east coast, with just a backpack and a map. I was… Continue Reading
MOUSE • by Fiona Murray
The small soggy furry lump had lodged itself firmly in the crack between tiles. Shannon stood silently watching over it. She had recently been watching a lot of spaghetti westerns and had been struck with the idea of becoming a… Continue Reading
KITE • by Fiona Murray
When my son was small we went on a glorious beach holiday. The weather was perfect, the sands golden and the water a shimmering blue. Everything was just the right temperature. Things were so good we bought a kite on… Continue Reading