Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes ‘Not much of a day for us to be out and about, George,’ Archie muttered as he stamped his feet and spread his hands over the small fire they had managed to keep alight. ‘Must have had a lot of rain overnight.
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes George and Archie had sealed their friendship through unspoken trust, however, neither had given much away about themselves, or the reasons behind their homelessness. George had not revealed to Archie that he’d been a professional musician, a trumpeter and talented pianist,
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes The night had been bitterly cold. Archie was in no hurry to get out and face the elements so George set off, shopper in tow, his black and white beany pulled down low over his ears. With his large khaki greatcoat collar
Geelong Cereal Community
By the Geelong Cereal Community Welcome to the third edition of the Geelong Cereal Community's collected microfiction! This month has yielded the most submissions to date, and once again we're thrilled to present a diverse collection of the thoughtful and reflective as well as a good
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes Archie waited until George left the Bridge with spade at the ready to complete his ablutions. Then he pulled out his wallet and emptied it onto his cupped hand, a two-dollar coin, eighty cents in twenty cent coins and a few
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? Another day dawned and yawned its lack of promise and relief from the mind-numbing sameness it had presented the day before. ‘Archie it’s your turn to do the shopping,’ George said, not looking at Archie, who was
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? After the usual scant breakfast, they tidied their little patch and stashed their meagre belongings into the supermarket trolley. They stored this out of sight behind the bluestone retaining wall, finally covering it with the old, reclaimed tarp and
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? After a long and restless night, Archie stirred. His knees were aching in concert with his lower back, setting off a chain reaction of twinges of sympathy from other nooks and crannies of his body. He groaned as a
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? At last, the weather had cleared and the sun shone bravely through the clouds. But on days such as this, as he walked, George was reminded of what it would be like in Fingal Sound in the summer. Fingal
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? Archie suddenly jumped to his feet, the spoon in his hand fell to the ground. George looked up from his breakfast, a startled look puckered his face. ‘What the hell, he muttered as he watched Archie scurry to the
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
by Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? The storm hit. It was not long after they bade each other good night, though expecting winter’s chill to creep into their thin sleeping bags with them. A mean blast of icy rain laden wind barrelled in
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Have you read the previous chapter yet? By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Archie’s feet were sore. The red, swollen and throbbing toes were giving him jip. To add further insult to injury, the soles of his old and battered shoes had let water in from the puddles he