Short Stories

Shafts of golden light streamed through the tree canopy high above. I breathed deeply of the eucalyptus scented air and exhaled loudly with satisfaction, the

I stormed through Kliff’s buffer zones without collecting more than my usual quota of hostile stares. His prim-faced secretary squawked as I brushed past her.

Turner tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, marking time to the tune from the radio, and resignedly watched the slow afternoon traffic, waiting for

I raised my cognac snifter and gave my two friends a solemn look. “To free men everywhere.” Brent beamed and his eyes sparkled. “Welcome to

I pulled back the sliding door and stepped out onto the back veranda. Quiet and still, the wind barely stirred the branches of the tall

I mean, he couldn’t really tell anyone. How could he? Who would believe the poor guy? So, Sam Appleby told me. I didn’t believe it,

Nash Bannon waited at the crowded tram stop, people pouring out of the Flinders Street railway station, and gave a sigh of resignation. Melbourne’s skyline

Tom followed the black Toyota Prado down the narrow side street filled with parked cars toward the arterial roundabout. The Prado slowed and stopped. Cars

The tires whispered to themselves, a sound of hissing rain. Beads on a string, cars moved along the highway. Although early, the hard white sun