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I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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Friday Fictioneers: Son of Tane
Tiki climbed the pancake rocks and trudged through the cabbage tree forests looking for other men. He found nothing but birds — kiwis, moas and harpagornis. He was lonely. His search continued. Tane, his father, made a woman to keep … Continue reading
99 Word Flash Fiction: Charlie Chaplin
“I’ve found a secret drawer in Dad’s bureau” Charlie’s daughter told her sister. They looked out at the mountains ringing Lake Geneva contemplating breaking in. Their excitement rose as they saw an envelope hidden in the back. “This confirms Great-Grandma … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Rain drops
Jeff had died eight years ago and still she cried. Maybe not as often as she had in the beginning when she was stunned, not knowing how she would cope on her own. But still on a daily basis. The … Continue reading
99 Word Flash Fiction: Connection in a Hard Place
Natasha dreamed of death. These visions were always pleasant unlike the bombs that fell around her, killing all in their path. Except her. She who longed to die seemed immune to the terror surrounding her. All her family were dead. … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: The Water Tank
The girls ran to the tank and climbed the attached ladder to the top. In this dry, harsh land the forbidden swim cooled them off. Without looking they jumped, falling further than normal before hitting the water. They frolicked and … Continue reading
99 Word Flash Fiction: Spring
Like an arrow I cut through the water, my cheeks puffed as I negotiated the need to exhale. I expelled tiny bubbles, rejoicing in the cool velvety texture of the fluid I travelled through. My outstretched hands touched the bottom … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: The Leaky water tank
Last week the Italians had been left with shampoo on their heads and now Dafan was refusing to pump water to the leaking tank. We had to repair the tank. Peter claimed he had the solution. We emptied the tank … Continue reading
99 Word Flash Fiction: Our cousins
Racism is pointless. We may have different skin colours but underneath we still hurt when we are called names, bleed when cut and need love and sustenance to live. Underneath we are all the same. Fear is one of the … Continue reading
Friday fictioneers: The Tourist
The strains of the fair floated merrily across the square where the people sifted through the clothing,ipad cases and souvenirs that the stall vendors offered for sale. The colourful fruit and vegetables were so attractively displayed they begged to be touched. … Continue reading
99 Word Flash fiction: A bad night
I’m a wowser these days. I don’t drink and I don’t smoke, anything. I do have vices, chocolate probably being the worst of them. I’m this way for a reason — I know the effects first hand and never wish … Continue reading