Category: Fiction

I Want My Bike Back

Posted on July 8, 2018

Navigating relationship property? What's yours, what's theirs, what's shared. ... Read more »

Busking: The unwritten code

Posted on June 15, 2018

The thing about busking is you gotta know where to set up. Location is everything. Don’t bother wasting your time outside a bank, rich people are mean-as, won’t throw you a cent. ... Read more »

Prince Billy By Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 17, 2017

Billy joins john down in the paddocks at the end of the village. Beyond the paddocks, a swollen stream full of celery weed. Beyond the stream, Whitelock Farm and the national park that fixes the boundaries of the village so it can never grow any bigger. John is in bare feet even though the ground

The Flying Rats Part 3 By Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 15, 2017

We play netball every Wednesday. We have a name but no team uniform, unless you count saggy leggings and stained t-shirts as generally unifying elements. We are The Flying Rats, after the pigeons that smother our alley like we’re some kind of inverse Trafalgar Square. We play in the lower grades of Wellington’s lunchtime league. Our

The Flying Rats Part 2 By Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 15, 2017

The alley hangs between two city buildings. One of them is well-maintained and freshly painted, and its owner charges standard city rental to the law firms and accounting practices that rent out its fifteen floors. The other building is old and run down, its landlord – a slum lord – charging cheap rent to the

The Flying Rats Part 1 by Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 15, 2017

Jase sits on a hand-painted stool in the middle of the alley, smoking. Pigeons coo and mingle around him; he doesn’t kick them away. The stool is spectacular, the mottled rainbow creation of one of the artists who works in the community studio upstairs. Jase found it on the roof, toppled over and abandoned, and when