Short stories


I penned the first draft of ‘Darkside’ as part of my homework for a short story course presented by Maria Bonar from the Society of Women’s Writers Western Australia.

A new day

Marie takes a sip of her cocktail. She twirls the paper umbrella and glances across the table. “Am I supposed to be scared now?” “I’m not saying that.”


What do you pack when you have eight minutes to leave? I can barely hear my thoughts above the clamour of the alarm. I glance at a photograph above my bed.


The melody was familiar. How did the words go? Brown sugar. A good choice. I snatch up the phone. “Do you have it?” “Twice your usual. Like you wanted.