By MC Dalton
Sophie’s gaze ran up and down the long bronze list bolted onto the memorial. On the last tablet, not quite near the end, but close enough, she found them.
Corporal James Stewart.
Lance Corporal Cassidy Newman.
Lance Corporal Shamus Bailey Wilson.
The names on the plaque stared back at her with a cold, hard accusation.
“I should have brought you home,” her words soft as the breeze whispering off the ocean. Continue reading “Sacrifice”
By Melanie Page
“Gimme your money! Now!”
Carly took one look at the dude in the balaclava, some kind of thin, black handled knife in his hand. Sorry boss, my six week, ladies self-defence class isn’t up to it.
Another gust of frigid August misery came through the open door of the petrol station. Outside the rain was pelting down and visibility was stuffed. Quarter to four on a Sunday morning was pretty dead normally and tonight, no one wanted to be out. It was the perfect night for a burglary. Continue reading “A Dark and Aussie Knight”