Short Stories
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THE WAY HOME
Born in the south, how could she leave it? That land of sunshine and wattle bloom, where the dusty summer evenings scented the world ruddy? Lifting his nose westward, he sniffed at the breezes – dry wheat, dust, rotten sunshine – such scents he caught… Continue reading
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PLUTO
…An excerpt of a new project I’ve begun working on. Enjoy! It was mid-summer. The wild oat was tall, and bleached by the searing sun, leaving every paddock swaying in golden light. If it didn’t rain soon, there would be… Continue reading
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THE DAY THE RAIN CAME
The story behind the story: This piece was partly inspired by the dry summer we’ve had and by something else I can’t really put into words – perhaps the idea that spiritual things may coexist alongside physical things… Nonethless, such… Continue reading
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THE DAY SPENCER HUEGOLD DIED
The story behind the story: Wrote this one while holidaying in Tumby Bay and walking past the local sea-front hospital almost everyday… It was a dry, overcast, sea-smacked day when they took Spencer Huegold to the cemetery. The air reeked… Continue reading
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SOMETHING BLUE
Originally, I wrote this short story for a uni assignment. I ended up submitting it to the Tasmanian Writer’s Prize and it got shortlisted and published in Forty South’s Annual Short Story Anthology. Something Blue tells the simple story of… Continue reading
Grace Fatchen 