On the wall, photos of when I was a boy, a postcard from Greece, a calendar.Mum tells me she is happy, then turnsaway. Rain falls heavy. When Medea killed her two sons,she knew what she was doing.Mum has read a lot of books, butI don’t think she’s read Medea, or knows that an earlier version of…
Tagging I caught monarch butterflies in my net.Then carefully held open their wings and folded a small white sticker overthe leading edge. I’d written JB on it. I’d wanted to put more—an address,a date—but that was all that would fit. It didn’t seem to affect the butterflies.Released, they flapped erratically away over backyard science and…
He cuts into his steak. It’s rare. He told me in the car that he’d asked around and this was how everyone told him to have it. There’s no point having it any other way, they’d said—it’s got to be bleeding a bit. ‘Are you really only having chips?’ he asks. ‘They don’t do anything…
We decide to go up the hill on an autumn evening. It’s your idea—you want to watch the sunset, and I’m always happy to go along with your ideas. The climb is steep, and we are both sweaty and puffing when we reach the top. The sun is still sitting above the horizon. I feel…
Everyone has places they don’t dare go. When we were kids, one of those places was Mr. Dombrinski’s yard. He was our neighbour across a low, wooden, stockade fence. Sometimes an unlucky bounce or an errant kick would sail a ball over that fence into his yard. ‘Go get it!’ someone would yell at the…
It was around census time that he decided to take things into his own hands. Change the situation for good. He’d cleared the kitchen table after tea one night and was stooped over the purple form, staring at it, tormented by the very first question. The cat hopped onto the table, feigning support. Here we…
It had probably started when they saw the golden bird hanging in the sunset over Manukau. Hovering like a fantail, but so much bigger. It was full of people who would never know how magnificent it looked. The cars would surely have been tiny black metallic ants below them, glinting yellow in the light of…
Chris says that making these calls, the same ones every day, has made him lose track of time. ‘Is it Friday?’ he will say. ‘Feels like a Friday.’ I tell him like I do every week that, ‘No, it’s Thursday.’ Gene eats the same meal at his desk without fail at 1pm. And Chris asks,…
When you get the job, everybody tells you that you are doing so well. You did it! On your first day, you are led around the open-plan office and everybody introduces themselves. The fifteen names roll around in your head like marbles, and they give you some papers to file. You flit around the shelves,…
If Val could’ve been anyone, she would’ve been Anya. On the first day Val met her, seated next to each other by luck of the alphabet—Langford, then Liu—Anya had shaken her hand. It was a firm grip, one of old money and future expectations. Val had squirmed in her second-hand uniform and hoped that Anya…