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I contributed\u00a0Williamstown Gothic<\/em>\u00a0to the\u00a0Australian Gothic<\/em> collection. There\u2019s a new cafe just opened up on the corner. It still smells slightly of fresh paint and expensive coffee. You\u2019ve lived in the area for ten years. When you try to remember what was there before the new cafe, your mind goes blank. You ask a friend.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, there? That\u2019s where the new cafe is.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, what was there before?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s always been a new cafe there.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Little Ghosts<\/i><\/a><\/p>\n Growing up on a crumbling plantation at the beginning of the 20th century can profoundly shape an imagination, and when I grew up and went away to university in New Orleans, I realised my imagination wasn’t the only weird thing about me. My family’s reaction to my wild new life almost killed me. The way back to feeling alive was stranger than even I expected. Now I want to tell you all about it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Detritus<\/em> contains my story Shots and Cuts<\/em>.<\/a><\/p>\n The reason why I\u2019m telling you about twenty-one sordid little murders is because these kids shot their kills in just the same way that kids at concerts do. Zoom in, jump cut, adjust the audio levels.<\/p>\n Upload.<\/p>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n Wolf Girls <\/em>includes my story Familiar<\/em>.<\/a><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, so,\u201d Frannie says, rifling through the stack of print-outs she\u2019s holding. \u201cWe\u2019ve got four tenders on the development of the LA site for you to look at. Two contracts to renew for Salt Lake City. A restaurant review that the London manager scanned out of the newspaper and sent through for you to see \u2013 it\u2019s positive, by the way, since I know you won\u2019t bother reading it. Now, police dispatches from around here last night…\u201d Frannie exchanges one set of print-outs for another and runs a french-tipped fingernail down the lines of text. \u201cA merino ram, a large coop of Cornish-cross chickens. A dog… a kelpie, it looks like. Two cats.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, good,\u201d Asha sighs, relieved. \u201cThat\u2019s two months in a row with no humans.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n Little Visible Delight<\/em> includes my story Kestrel<\/em>.<\/a><\/p>\n Her parents named her Kestrel, because bird names were the fashion. When she was twelve years old she discovered that the name came from the old French word for rattle, after the sound the bird made.<\/p>\n Another child might have found that funny, considering. But then again if she\u2019d been another child, it wouldn\u2019t have been funny.<\/p>\n If she\u2019d been another child, she wouldn\u2019t be so habitually quiet that her parents forgot she was in the room almost daily, and discussed her with a frankness that nobody should ever hear themselves talked about, especially not by their parents and especially not when they are twelve.<\/p>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n <\/p>\n 31 More Nights of Halloween <\/em>includes my story\u00a0Costumes<\/em>.<\/a><\/p>\n The ones who look like that — like they belong on the lurid covers of scary books and movies — are the ordinary, safe ones. They are the ones who will go home and slip out of their monstrous selves, putting the darkness away for another year and smiling happily as they eat their candy or happily discuss the mild mayhem they\u2019ve caused with rolls of toilet paper and cartons of eggs.<\/p>\n The other kind, the ones who are secret stowaways from somewhere you cannot imagine, are the princesses, the fairies and cheerleaders and china dolls. They dress up as pirates and knights and robots, as genies and angels and good witches in frothy gloss and spangles.<\/p>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n These publications include my story Loveless<\/em>.<\/p>\n It’s against Martin’s nature, and always has been, to believe in the idea that anybody ‘deserves’ anything from life. He’s seen no evidence of karma, or of poetic justice, in his time. If there’s some cosmic scale of checks and balances, its works have been taking place somewhere very far from the random, cruel universe which Martin fits within so easily. But, nevertheless, it seemed only fair that such a girl should be killed by someone who noticed her, who saw her for the determined little spark of life within the dark that she was.<\/p>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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