Many years after the water came, our small tribe turned our grey rock into a living, breathing organism. This is that story.
Category: Fiction
Tales From The Nab: the Journey
Digger ran out of the gate ahead of them and ran back, shouting happily. “No, Digger, stay here!” called Painter. “Stay here!"
Tales from the Nab: Easter
Through the binoculars, Reader could see crabs on the body. Whoever it had been was no longer recognizable, not even to a mother...
In the Ending
He was gazing moodily down at the sea when Gabriel found him.
