2nd The Event

Fiona Landau

The Event Geoff looked down at his take-away coffee, sitting obediently in the cupholder. He had forgotten the reusable, stainless-steel mug that Mel had gotten

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3rd Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

Fay McGrath

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda I notice three other occupants in the lift when the door opens at street level. I take a step inside, but, too

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1st What Is Put In Your Way

Fiona Landau

What is Put in Your Way Dapple shadows danced a slow waltz across the lawn. Pleasing to the eye in the late afternoon. Evelyn sat

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2nd Circle of Life

Philippe Savidis

They told me that love should last a lifetime. Well, it did. Except love died the day they planted my husband six feet under. The

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3rd The Shape of My Heart

Stephen Chong

Together we have been for so long, I know not where my heart ends or hers begins. My love for her eternal, But I know

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1st Two Fingers

Rita Merrick

Susan was slim. No, change that, Susan was thin. She shared an office with my friend Stella and I in the 1980’s when computers were

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2nd The Reluctant Eavesdropper

Cheryl Kelly

Finally! The rain has stopped, and we have a beautiful morning. Perfect time for a quiet little coffee break ‘Cappuccino please and I’ll have a

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3rd Superpowers

Regina Meyer

‘You see that group of old folks over there?’ She says. ‘You mean those guys at the big table with the walkers stacked up next

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Joint 3rd The Glint

Robyn Smith

It was just a glint, a hint, a long-awaited lead. She had been missing for years. A mystery unsolved, a love unrequited. Her betrothed, her

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Joint 3rd Mount Traglav

Philippe Savidis

Standing on the summit of Mount Triglav a pretentious and portentous line uttered by some actor in a toga strangely came to mind: ‘Those whom

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2nd Mine or Not to Mine

Ken Cotterill

A town hall meeting in Dover Vale. The good citizens have just heard the mining proposal put by Roger Summersville of KBL Mining to mine

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1st Vanishing Point

Louise Ottewell

I was used to being invisible. When they were talking to me, it wasn’t really to me. It was at me. I became an expert

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