Imagination is the true fire, stolen from heaven, to animate the cold creature of clay

—Mary Wollstonecraft

As publishers generally do not accept already-published work, this section will be for a few pieces I have written just for fun.


This story was first published in the 2013 UTS Anthology The Eveninglands



Alone, parked on the shoulder of the road in the middle of nowhere. I stare with blank eyes out the car window as I work mechanically through the doorstops of ham and mustard Peter made me before daybreak. Neither of us could sleep after the shrill ring pierced the night. The call is now on a tape loop in my mind, its alarm still jangling my nerves.
     I had not heard that...

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© 2012 Alicia Thompson
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