Short Fiction
Liz Argall

Soft Feather Dance

The movie ended. The crowd left. The show was over. Popcorn and stale toast crunched underfoot. Laughter. Falling feathers from a purple and silver boa.

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Short Fiction
Liz Argall

Falling Leaves

Charlotte and Nessa met in Year Eight of Narrabri High School. Charlotte’s family were licensed refugees from the burning lands and the flooded coast, not quite landed, but a step apart from refugees that didn’t have dog tags.

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Short Fiction
Liz Argall

Mermaid’s Hook

She caught treasures from the ship with her sisters; dangerous, exotic objects that plummeted through the water. Metal not yet rusted; fractured glass and timbers not yet smoothed by the sea; woven filaments as delicate as jellyfish, and as treacherous.

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Poetry
Liz Argall

Casanova Clay

Casanova Clay is the loneliest Golem in the world.

Every day he takes a fresh baked heart from the kiln.

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