October 2025: The Great Gizmo

David Hodges

The Great Gizmo rolled himself a cigarette and rested his feet on his old chest. He drew the smoke into his lungs, savouring its flavour

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October 2025: Chop Chop

Clare Kelly

Eleanor jolted back to the moment. She must have drifted off. The neon-filled reality of her morning came into focus, and the buzz of her

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October 2025: Community Values

Philippe Savidis

‘You gotta invest in the community,’ said my dad, ‘that is the only protection you got against the sharks and shysters.’ It was the only

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September 2025, 1st: Goldfish

Ken Cotterill

The curtains hung like curtains do, heavy navy blue drapes with splashes of red and yellow on them. They looked expensive, decent curtains. The pattern

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September 2025, 2nd: Moisés

Jonathan Cornelius

And the Lord said unto Moses … Behold, I will stand before thee there upon the rock in Horeb; and thou shall smite the rock, and

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September 2025, 3rd: Water

David Hodges

Water has always been with me; when I was a kid, I lived by the banks of the River Mersey, and when the thick, murky

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August 2025, 1st: Easy Money

Jeanette McInnes

Life hasn’t been fair to me. After leaving school, I tried to join the police. They said I was one centimetre too short, but I

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August 2025, 2nd: My Final Breath

Robyn Kienzle

When I take my final breath of our carbonated air, I hope my family, of all ages, will be there, I want them to know

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August 2025, 3rd: The Way We Were

Philippe Savidis

In forty years of teaching, he had heard every excuse in all their variations and gradations. The parent before him – Harry, was it? –

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July 2025, 1st: Killer Game

Fay McGrath

A death, a younger brother, before his 40th birthday. Grazing land near Biboohra that she’d inherited was sold by the widow. Approval for a crocodile

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July 2025, 2nd: Extra Anchovies

Robyn Kienzle

I hated my father. My “Da” as I called him. He thought it was a name given with affection. It wasn’t. I started calling him

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July 2025, 3rd: Layla

Philippe Savidis

It suited Dom to have me around. I was a relic from another age, the ‘Old Man’ with my fedora, thick silverly hair and courtly

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