The Ones We Don’t Play With
(originally spun out of a Haverbrook story, don't know where this sits anymore) Must have been about two past midnight when the other...
Strange Times - Part 10: Beyond the Zero
I don’t want to tell you any of this. I feel ashamed of it. You keep asking me about it and it just doesn’t come out right. It’s always...
Strange Times - Part 9: Recollections
Haverbrook was founded in 1844. I remember that from a school project I did, a town founded on logging, farming, even a mine or two. I...
Strange Times - Part 7: No Vacancies
[1977] A childhood friend called me up today. If those words above do not inspire in you a type of anxious apprehension, perhaps you are...
Strange Times - Part 5: The Disappearance of Phil Collins
[1985] It was a rainy Saturday and I had settled on the back veranda with a book to read – The Trial – when Emma burst into the backyard,...
Strange Times - Part 4: Channel 99
[1983] The opening notes of Blade Runner echoed across the room from the tinny speaker, the roar of the spinners and blasting fire of...
Strange Times - Part 3: Deep Down
[1986] I poured another glass of Victoria Bitter from the tap, tilting it to keep the froth at acceptable levels while I stared at a...
Strange Times - Part 2: Hell Coach
[1979] Peter has asked me to write about something weird for his anthology. I didn’t have to think very far at all, I knew what I’d write...
Vanishing Point
‘…truck driving? I’ll you tell somethin’ bout truck drivin’, kid, ain’t nothing like it was. Nothin’ at all like it is now, kid. It used...