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on April 09, 2023

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The Swallows (A True Story)

Its early evening and I am waiting for the swallows to return. I stand outside the shed, a large metal structure with an over hanging eve and a 30 degree pitched roof. It would be perfect for snow if it snowed here. It doesn’t, but the shed looks smart in the harsh Australian bush. A pretty triangular shape catching the afternoon sun. I look up at the fading summer sky and check my watch. 8:36pm, they’re late. The swallows first arrived some time mid September. They appeared from the sky swooping down in sharp, swift movements. Bringing a confidence with them I’ll later envy, as they slipped quickly into the shed through the open front roller door. A five meter wide mouth that slides upwards via chains and upper arm strength, leading into an open room with rafters and two large round hanging lights. They lapped the room three times and settled on a beam high above our heads. So tiny, their little rust coloured necks seemed to shimmer as their miniature hearts vibrated ...

The Essential Purchase

Doris needed to shop. There were things that she wanted to buy that she considered to be essential to her survival. Trees to breath, animals to pat, animals to eat, or pat then eat, socks to dance in and a steady stream of Cutty Sark. She’d had a lover once who introduced her to Cutty Sark. They drank whiskey on Tuesdays whilst guessing words on Wordle. They had long slender fingers that they kept to themselves and ideas so grand they spared no one. They touched rarely but eventually sparked a fire in the house. One morning Doris awoke to find her lover gone. A bundle of clothes left on the floor, limbless. A shirt, reaching out along the floorboards. A sock hanging over the side of a chair threatening to jump and a singlet crumpled and silent banished from the orchestra. The lover was missing. This hurt her heart like a persistent rash but it was the oven left on that burnt the house down. The lover was obsessed with cooking sourdough. Despite what the papers said,...

The Ghost

ghosting Dictionary Definitions from Oxford Language s /ˈɡəʊstɪŋ/ the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication. At first I didn’t realise that Lisa was ghosting me. We’d spent the last few hours hanging out not doing much. Which was totally normal, or at least I thought so. I think looking back, maybe it had been a bit strained because instead of staying over Lisa said she was probably going to go home. I’d made her dinner and she didn’t eat much, just sort of pushed the food around her plate. I wasn’t offended because she never eats that much, but now I’m thinking about it, maybe she was nervous. Or maybe my cooking was gross, I don’t know. Everything looks worse in retrospect, the whole world warps when you glance back over your shoulder. We were just talking about stupid stuff really, like how hilarious Jeggings are and how we thought Britney Spears should do what she wants but also how cringe her...

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