Anywhere but Here: a short story

Anywhere but Here: a short story

Sarah Klenbort In June she sold the house and on the first of July Detta cycled west out of Townsville with a tent, a small gas cooker, a bicycle repair kit, and no clear idea where she was going. The Flinders Highway was busy and she had to concentrate to steer clear...
Untold? Or unseen and unheard?

Untold? Or unseen and unheard?

Words || Sunil Badami “The past is a different country,” go the opening lines of L. P. Hartley’s classic The Go-Between, “they do things differently there.” Go-betweens like me, born to visibly different immigrant parents, are always being asked where we’re “really”...
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