Gil Hardwick is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Childhood, Flash Fiction, Outback Australia and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Outside it was dark, perhaps more so on leaving the light but all Tim could make out was that Peter stood there before him, his face outlined in the dimness but with his mouth working trying to say so…
Outside it was still dark with just the faintest glow starting to appear on the eastern horizon, and they carried their things over to the first of the wagons, then went across to the stables to brush…
As the sun rose and the pump started they were making their way through a patch of desert acacias when one of the men stopped. It was quiet and shady under the low canopy so they all paused and watche…
Barry Morgan was a real prick. Everyone thought so. He was late arriving and had missed both site induction and the sensitivity workshops, then wanting to get straight on with the job drove straight a…
Pete slowed the car. There were kangaroos on the rode ahead and he did not want one of them jumping in front suddenly and going through the radiator or worse the windscreen. He was late enough as it w…